Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Halfway house
Missed the first onslaught this morning, but it's all very exciting with the road closed and drivers ranting.
One old man standing next to me told me he lived in a house a couple of rows back; he looked rather tearful, or could have been the dust. Got told to sod off (In French) for walking around within the fenced off area. Fair enough but there's lots of free firewood I can't get at!
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