Things I resolved to learn more about a couple of hours ago: where Carstairs is and what exactly a points failure is. Turns out my impression of where Carstairs is was confused by a false assumption: I assumed we were past Edinburgh. We weren’t. Carstairs is south of Edinburgh. And that was why the train hadn’t reversed direction. But I jump ahead...
So, I made it on to the train, settled in for the night in my sleeping bag (turns out that was essential luggage – even now the seated car is pretty cold such that we’ve all been offered free tea and coffee) and actually got some good rest. Result! Most of the journey I was fairly oblivious of what was going on but was sure we’d had the usual “extended stop” in Edinburgh – from my sleeping bag cocoon I’d had a glance of the yellow lights of a station and we were stopped. I fell asleep again shortly. Now, usually at Edinburgh the train reverses direction (just the way the train tracks work – you go into Waverley from London in one direction and come out another to head on up to Aberdeen) and later in the journey (after the “Edinburgh” stop) I realised I was going the same way. Sleep-brain in action I put this down to a “new way of doing things” and thought nothing of it.
Turns out “Edinburgh” was probably Crewe or Preston – given which side the platform was on, I’d hazard a guess it was Crewe. So, again, sleep-brain in action when we’d been stopped for some time and I got up to ask one of the train crew where we were and she said Carstairs I got all confused and tried to work out where between Edinburgh & Aberdeen Carstairs was. I knew I knew the name...I just couldn’t place it between Edinburgh & Aberdeen. Because it’s not between Edinburgh & Aberdeen. Silly Tig-Tigs. It was when we pulled into the next big station and a big sign right outside my window proclaimed “Edinburgh Waverley” that I realised my mistake. Assumptions: the downfall of so many things. But at least I now know (roughly) where Carstairs is.
The points failure was at Carstairs (hence the 45-60 minute stoppage there) but once we got moving again I noticed a series of flashes of light illuminating the snow-filled fields next to the train. It was almost like lightning, but much more localised and a greenish-tinged light. Turns out it was being caused by large sparks (which at one point turned into a veritable cascade of orange sparks) from the contact between the train and the overhead wires. A little disconcerting, but we were moving which was a good start!
Next issue: we got into Waverley about 7am – which put us about 3 hours behind schedule. And given I had my first viewing of the flat at 9am, this was going to cause me problems. Even more so because it was a viewing with someone who only had a Hungarian mobile and I wasn’t convinced I was going to be able to make contact. So, in a fit of inspiration I decided to bite the bullet and pay for some internet while at Waverley (I’ve done this before). Turned the laptop on. Got the “available networks” up. And got logged on to the East Coast mainline free wireless. Hurrah! While all that was going on in the background I’d drafted a note to my 9am prospective tenant and searched by his name to find his email address – turns out since the last time I’d checked my emails he’d been in touch to inform me he already had accommodation...and was cancelling the appointment. So that *definitely* worked out perfectly!
The train is now on its merry way again – and the light is just coming into the sky so I’ll have the pleasure of watching the Scottish countryside go by on my way up to Aberdeen. The fact that this bit of railway line is one of my faves for gazing at the countryside is, of course, another bonus. It’s going to be a good day.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I Feel Sorry for the Pedestrians (Jan 6th)
It's been an interesting evening. Having spent much of my spare brain capacity in the past 24 hours on worrying about whether I would have a train to take me up to Scotland at all, I ended up with oodles of time to spare at Euston courtesy of Snow Panic.
Snow Panic had caused my disturbed rest the evening before.
Snow Panic cancelled a meeting and gave me a day of listening to my own voice.
And Snow Panic emptied the offices I'm working in by 5.30pm at which point the offices were locked. Hence a lot of spare time at Euston.
I had also been concerned, having watched the snow fall all day, that perhaps my journey acrsoss London may be slower than usual. That was Snow Panic talking. Turns out the roads were pleasantly quiet, mainly free of slush let alone ice (after the London gritters had been out full throttle over the past few days) and it was actually a fairly pleasant ride. The one thing that did strike me was the plight of the pedestrians. Although the roads were clear, the pavements looked to be an icy skateland of compacted snow. I found myself reflecting on the different plights of differentr travellers and just had a sense that, in London at least, pedestrians seeme to come off worst. All hail the car lobby. Or something.
My time at Euston also proved mentally stimulating, A lovely woman held a door open for me and Billy (my Brompton - heavily laden with a full panier) - only to discoer we were going a different way. And then I settled myself in the "Food Court" to pass the time.
After reorganising my bags (the ongoing task of a multi-vehicle-type-traveller) and sending reminders of appointments to prospective tenants, I settled into some reading. People came and went around me, moving tabls, catching trains, drinking beverages (mainly hot ones). The most surprising was recognising a face among many - a man I'd met while doing massage for homeless people during Crisis at Christmas. He didn't approach me - I don't know if he saw me & recognised me and decided not to approach, or if he simply didn't see or recognise me. But I did spend a good chunk of time wondering whether to approach him myself. My indecision cost me the option and he walked off. I feel at peace with that outcome - and a good job too given that's what happened.
And so, here I am, awaiting the train's departure on it's merry journey to Scotland. Feeling quite zen, if truth be told (and mildly amused that a friend called while I was sitting in the food court for my train expertise! Hee hee!)
Snow Panic had caused my disturbed rest the evening before.
Snow Panic cancelled a meeting and gave me a day of listening to my own voice.
And Snow Panic emptied the offices I'm working in by 5.30pm at which point the offices were locked. Hence a lot of spare time at Euston.
I had also been concerned, having watched the snow fall all day, that perhaps my journey acrsoss London may be slower than usual. That was Snow Panic talking. Turns out the roads were pleasantly quiet, mainly free of slush let alone ice (after the London gritters had been out full throttle over the past few days) and it was actually a fairly pleasant ride. The one thing that did strike me was the plight of the pedestrians. Although the roads were clear, the pavements looked to be an icy skateland of compacted snow. I found myself reflecting on the different plights of differentr travellers and just had a sense that, in London at least, pedestrians seeme to come off worst. All hail the car lobby. Or something.
My time at Euston also proved mentally stimulating, A lovely woman held a door open for me and Billy (my Brompton - heavily laden with a full panier) - only to discoer we were going a different way. And then I settled myself in the "Food Court" to pass the time.
After reorganising my bags (the ongoing task of a multi-vehicle-type-traveller) and sending reminders of appointments to prospective tenants, I settled into some reading. People came and went around me, moving tabls, catching trains, drinking beverages (mainly hot ones). The most surprising was recognising a face among many - a man I'd met while doing massage for homeless people during Crisis at Christmas. He didn't approach me - I don't know if he saw me & recognised me and decided not to approach, or if he simply didn't see or recognise me. But I did spend a good chunk of time wondering whether to approach him myself. My indecision cost me the option and he walked off. I feel at peace with that outcome - and a good job too given that's what happened.
And so, here I am, awaiting the train's departure on it's merry journey to Scotland. Feeling quite zen, if truth be told (and mildly amused that a friend called while I was sitting in the food court for my train expertise! Hee hee!)
Monday, December 21, 2009
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Yes! Snow! Hurrah!
I've just been for a wander in the snow. It was COMPLETELY marvellous. My hands are now dry and chapped, my nose is very cold but it was FABULOUS! I'd been pottering in the living room for most of the evening with the curtains closed and it was only when I wandered up the stairs that I discovered...it had been snowing! And it still was! I dashed to get my camera, started taking photos and then...donned coat, hat and gloves and wandered out. My my, SNOW!
And what's better than snow? Snow by the seaside! Hurrah! Yes, this snow episode is brought to you all the way from snowy Morecambe :)
So, wandering down my street I saw the first of many little groups of kids wandering, enjoying the snow and having little snowballing skirmishes. I think I only had one snowball thrown my way / at me and whoever threw that one was well hidden - and it completely missed. Generally folk just seemed to be having fun. Early on in the wander my camera got brain freeze (bless it) so I took to sneaking it out for a couple of snaps and then snuggling it under my big not-real-fur furry coat.
There must be at least 3-4 inches of snow lying on the ground and because I went out while it was still mid-flurry (I'd say snow *storm* but that just seems too severe...it was only snowing, after all. Big soft flakes. GORGEOUS) there weren't many folk about so I got plenty of virgin snow to wander through. Powderey and delightful - just brilliant. Not sure how many of the photos'll come out given I was on point and shoot mode on a non-SLR without a tripod, but hey, I've got the memories. From my house, along the Prom up to the Stone Jetty Cafe and back again. Just BRILLIANT.
Add to that the fact that I did the third coat of paint on the 2nd floor front room, finished up installing 2 built-in shelves and sorting out where my books were going to go, fed myself very well (2 hot meals, I love winter), went to the cinema and worked out how to fix a "broken" fan heater (a friend had turned it off in the way that I NEVER turn it off...I fixed it by taking the fuse out, buying new ones of the wrong amp rating, putting a fuse from something else in to see if the fuse was bust...and realising I just needed to turn the thing on...but actually, I'm pleased as it meant I dug out another fan heater that came with the house and now have 2 fan heaters - one for my room and one for the treatment room - which means I don't have to lug them up and down the stairs. Hurrah!) and it's been a marvellous day.
Did I mention how much I love the snow? Because, quite simply, Snow + Morecambe + Tigger in furry coat and brilliant boots = Marvellous Marvellous Fabulousness :)
I've just been for a wander in the snow. It was COMPLETELY marvellous. My hands are now dry and chapped, my nose is very cold but it was FABULOUS! I'd been pottering in the living room for most of the evening with the curtains closed and it was only when I wandered up the stairs that I discovered...it had been snowing! And it still was! I dashed to get my camera, started taking photos and then...donned coat, hat and gloves and wandered out. My my, SNOW!
And what's better than snow? Snow by the seaside! Hurrah! Yes, this snow episode is brought to you all the way from snowy Morecambe :)
So, wandering down my street I saw the first of many little groups of kids wandering, enjoying the snow and having little snowballing skirmishes. I think I only had one snowball thrown my way / at me and whoever threw that one was well hidden - and it completely missed. Generally folk just seemed to be having fun. Early on in the wander my camera got brain freeze (bless it) so I took to sneaking it out for a couple of snaps and then snuggling it under my big not-real-fur furry coat.
There must be at least 3-4 inches of snow lying on the ground and because I went out while it was still mid-flurry (I'd say snow *storm* but that just seems too severe...it was only snowing, after all. Big soft flakes. GORGEOUS) there weren't many folk about so I got plenty of virgin snow to wander through. Powderey and delightful - just brilliant. Not sure how many of the photos'll come out given I was on point and shoot mode on a non-SLR without a tripod, but hey, I've got the memories. From my house, along the Prom up to the Stone Jetty Cafe and back again. Just BRILLIANT.
Add to that the fact that I did the third coat of paint on the 2nd floor front room, finished up installing 2 built-in shelves and sorting out where my books were going to go, fed myself very well (2 hot meals, I love winter), went to the cinema and worked out how to fix a "broken" fan heater (a friend had turned it off in the way that I NEVER turn it off...I fixed it by taking the fuse out, buying new ones of the wrong amp rating, putting a fuse from something else in to see if the fuse was bust...and realising I just needed to turn the thing on...but actually, I'm pleased as it meant I dug out another fan heater that came with the house and now have 2 fan heaters - one for my room and one for the treatment room - which means I don't have to lug them up and down the stairs. Hurrah!) and it's been a marvellous day.
Did I mention how much I love the snow? Because, quite simply, Snow + Morecambe + Tigger in furry coat and brilliant boots = Marvellous Marvellous Fabulousness :)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Here's to Ms Payne
"Are you still writing?"
Well, no. Not really. I half compose blogs in my head, I don't quite get them into "print". I don't want to spend hours writing anguished missives in the way I used to. I jot down when I need to - I integrate without more often than not. But I do LIKE writing. My brain has just been wandering elsewhere recently.
And therein lies the rub. Lots to say. Not quite the words to say it. Perhaps tomorrow...
Well, no. Not really. I half compose blogs in my head, I don't quite get them into "print". I don't want to spend hours writing anguished missives in the way I used to. I jot down when I need to - I integrate without more often than not. But I do LIKE writing. My brain has just been wandering elsewhere recently.
And therein lies the rub. Lots to say. Not quite the words to say it. Perhaps tomorrow...
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Perfect Day For Blogging
A free day that appeared from nowhere. A mug of hot sweet cocoa with bonus cinammon. A packet of bourbon creams. An empty flat and the sun's coming out - perfect time for a well overdue blog!
This past week has been "just like the old days"...but different. Just like the old days, it's involved scatting around, being incredibly busy, feeling like I'm getting stuff done, seeing friends and getting home late. Unlike the old days, life's very different and so my responses, reactions and actions have been different - and I'd hazard a lot more balanced and enjoyable than days of yesteryear.
Some time in the far distant past (about 10 days ago) I found myself up in Hebden Bridge for a NO HANDS Massage training course - not as a student, but as a trainer. I've loved being a trainer throughout this year and each course I learn more and more and more. The team we had was marvellous, the students outstanding and the learning unending. It felt great. I asked for what I needed, I offered what I could, I supported when the opportunity arose, and I worked my little socks off. Marvellous. Still going through all the lessons I've learnt from that weekend and suspect I may be for some time, but they're all amazing and powerful lessons that I'm happy to take the time over.
My rather bizarre and circuitous route home meant I went to Leeds, waved at the 2040 train to London, and then promptly headed north to get the 2140 train from there (had booked in advance - paying another ~£70 to get home an hour earlier didn't appeal). In a way only I could, I really enjoyed the journey - grabbed myself some chips in York and spent the journey south making the most of the free wifi on the train and catching up on 4 days' worth of no internet. Oh, internet-free days are fun!
"The day job" has become rather frenetic over the past few weeks - testing, finding bugs, having people fix the bugs, retesting, finding bugs...you get the idea. No particular highlights or lowlights from my three days in the office last week, but I did benefit from fabulous evening activities.
Tuesday
Finally saw and had dinner with a friend who I've been trying to catch up with for months. Literally. One could say that Tuesday's dinner was the rearrangement from last December. We had a lovely evening of chatter, Thai food (which, sadly, I kept comparing to the outstanding food of The Thai Elephant in Leamington and it just didn't come up to scratch, but it satisfied the hunger), and live blues just round the corner.
Wednesday
Various possibilities were in the mix, but after much to-ing and fro-ing, an evening at the cinema resulted. And my, what an evening it was. My admiration for the late Mr Heath Ledger and his acting abilities meant The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus was always on my list to see, and see it I did. And loved it. Beautifully made, fantastically surreal and touching in its own special way (both the film, and the fact it was Mr Ledger's last and 3 Hollywood A-listers then stepped in to make the release of the film possible) I'd had a couple of escapist hours in The Ritzy only to come out to a heavy mist / fog that had befallen Brixton while I'd been inside. I'm not sure I've ever seen Brixton like that before, and it added an even more magical end to the evening - as did a conversation with a friend who I kept being reminded of by one of the characters in the film. Marvellous.
Thursday
More culture in The Land of The Tig, this time at the Chelsea Theatre. Very odd performance piece - a definite experience, although not one I would necessarily choose to experience again. The chattering in the bar (with the friend I went with, her friend who runs the theatre and I know vaguely from Cambridge, and other various folk who were in the theatre bar) afterwards was, however, most enjoyable although the cycle home was not particularly appealling - until I got on my merry way and remembered that, at the end of the day, I love my bike and I love cycling in London. Good job too!
Friday
Was a day of many elements. Started with my first lie-in since, well, a while and then involved a massage swap with a good friend. I don't often choose to do chair massage but we'd agreed to give it a whirl and I was definitely surprised by how powerful a treatment I took. Much chatterage and several cups of tea later the friend went on her merry way and I went off for a visit to my local hardware shop. I love that shop. It's a *proper* hardware shop, independently owned and the folk in there are just marvellous. Turns out they've been there since just after the second world war and continue to beat off competition - because they're just marvellous. Anyway, armed with a rather cool looking plunger the bathroom then got a going over and the sink now drains at the proper speed...result!
Mid afternoon my cousin from a distant land arrived and shortly after, leaving her with the shower and a spare pair of keys I headed into town for a massage trade test at a central London day spa chain. Was happy with the treatment I gave and the "interview" as a whole - not sure if I'll be what they're looking for (it's basically to be added to their books as an on-call therapist when they have gaps to fill, such as holidays and the like) but if I'm not I'm confident it's because I wasn't a match for them, rather than because I let myself down in the interview.
Wandered over to Covent Garden to meet my cousin who was having drinks with various friends that evening and ultimately ended up back at Chez Tigs (London) around 1am. Cue sleep.
Saturday
...was a day of possibilities which ended up being just the right amount of everything! Although at one point it looked like I was going to be out of London this weekend I ended up spending the earlier part of the day predominantly with my cousin (including giving her a massage first thing - 3 treatments given in 2 days, almost unheard of ;) ), late afternoon curled up on the couch recooping some energy and then across London to a pub to spend a wonderful evening with old friends, new acquaintances and a lot of people in fancy dress!
Which brings us to...Sunday
A late start, a bath, potterings, a new travel bag for either my fabulous crystal ball or wooden carved ball and a quiet while on the sofa...writing this blog. I have my suspicions the rest of the afternoon holds more pottering and just enjoying having a day of quiet before the next week begins. But my, it has been a *marvellous* week :)
This past week has been "just like the old days"...but different. Just like the old days, it's involved scatting around, being incredibly busy, feeling like I'm getting stuff done, seeing friends and getting home late. Unlike the old days, life's very different and so my responses, reactions and actions have been different - and I'd hazard a lot more balanced and enjoyable than days of yesteryear.
Some time in the far distant past (about 10 days ago) I found myself up in Hebden Bridge for a NO HANDS Massage training course - not as a student, but as a trainer. I've loved being a trainer throughout this year and each course I learn more and more and more. The team we had was marvellous, the students outstanding and the learning unending. It felt great. I asked for what I needed, I offered what I could, I supported when the opportunity arose, and I worked my little socks off. Marvellous. Still going through all the lessons I've learnt from that weekend and suspect I may be for some time, but they're all amazing and powerful lessons that I'm happy to take the time over.
My rather bizarre and circuitous route home meant I went to Leeds, waved at the 2040 train to London, and then promptly headed north to get the 2140 train from there (had booked in advance - paying another ~£70 to get home an hour earlier didn't appeal). In a way only I could, I really enjoyed the journey - grabbed myself some chips in York and spent the journey south making the most of the free wifi on the train and catching up on 4 days' worth of no internet. Oh, internet-free days are fun!
"The day job" has become rather frenetic over the past few weeks - testing, finding bugs, having people fix the bugs, retesting, finding bugs...you get the idea. No particular highlights or lowlights from my three days in the office last week, but I did benefit from fabulous evening activities.
Tuesday
Finally saw and had dinner with a friend who I've been trying to catch up with for months. Literally. One could say that Tuesday's dinner was the rearrangement from last December. We had a lovely evening of chatter, Thai food (which, sadly, I kept comparing to the outstanding food of The Thai Elephant in Leamington and it just didn't come up to scratch, but it satisfied the hunger), and live blues just round the corner.
Wednesday
Various possibilities were in the mix, but after much to-ing and fro-ing, an evening at the cinema resulted. And my, what an evening it was. My admiration for the late Mr Heath Ledger and his acting abilities meant The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus was always on my list to see, and see it I did. And loved it. Beautifully made, fantastically surreal and touching in its own special way (both the film, and the fact it was Mr Ledger's last and 3 Hollywood A-listers then stepped in to make the release of the film possible) I'd had a couple of escapist hours in The Ritzy only to come out to a heavy mist / fog that had befallen Brixton while I'd been inside. I'm not sure I've ever seen Brixton like that before, and it added an even more magical end to the evening - as did a conversation with a friend who I kept being reminded of by one of the characters in the film. Marvellous.
Thursday
More culture in The Land of The Tig, this time at the Chelsea Theatre. Very odd performance piece - a definite experience, although not one I would necessarily choose to experience again. The chattering in the bar (with the friend I went with, her friend who runs the theatre and I know vaguely from Cambridge, and other various folk who were in the theatre bar) afterwards was, however, most enjoyable although the cycle home was not particularly appealling - until I got on my merry way and remembered that, at the end of the day, I love my bike and I love cycling in London. Good job too!
Friday
Was a day of many elements. Started with my first lie-in since, well, a while and then involved a massage swap with a good friend. I don't often choose to do chair massage but we'd agreed to give it a whirl and I was definitely surprised by how powerful a treatment I took. Much chatterage and several cups of tea later the friend went on her merry way and I went off for a visit to my local hardware shop. I love that shop. It's a *proper* hardware shop, independently owned and the folk in there are just marvellous. Turns out they've been there since just after the second world war and continue to beat off competition - because they're just marvellous. Anyway, armed with a rather cool looking plunger the bathroom then got a going over and the sink now drains at the proper speed...result!
Mid afternoon my cousin from a distant land arrived and shortly after, leaving her with the shower and a spare pair of keys I headed into town for a massage trade test at a central London day spa chain. Was happy with the treatment I gave and the "interview" as a whole - not sure if I'll be what they're looking for (it's basically to be added to their books as an on-call therapist when they have gaps to fill, such as holidays and the like) but if I'm not I'm confident it's because I wasn't a match for them, rather than because I let myself down in the interview.
Wandered over to Covent Garden to meet my cousin who was having drinks with various friends that evening and ultimately ended up back at Chez Tigs (London) around 1am. Cue sleep.
Saturday
...was a day of possibilities which ended up being just the right amount of everything! Although at one point it looked like I was going to be out of London this weekend I ended up spending the earlier part of the day predominantly with my cousin (including giving her a massage first thing - 3 treatments given in 2 days, almost unheard of ;) ), late afternoon curled up on the couch recooping some energy and then across London to a pub to spend a wonderful evening with old friends, new acquaintances and a lot of people in fancy dress!
Which brings us to...Sunday
A late start, a bath, potterings, a new travel bag for either my fabulous crystal ball or wooden carved ball and a quiet while on the sofa...writing this blog. I have my suspicions the rest of the afternoon holds more pottering and just enjoying having a day of quiet before the next week begins. But my, it has been a *marvellous* week :)
Monday, September 7, 2009
(just because life is ace)
I really am phenomenally lucky. I have amazing friends, fabulous family, a house which becomes more of a home by the minute, the chance to be by the seaside LOTS, visitors, victories over tubes of silicon gel, laminate floors...the list goes on! I've had a wonderful day with two friends - DIYed before they arrived, DIYed after they left, and had time for some relaxing televisual entertainment in between. Life's ace :)
Friday, August 7, 2009
Seaside Joys
Today was a classic "Who *wouldn't* want to be right here, right now?" day. The sun was shining. There were families playing on the beach. Gorgeously warm without being melting. Relaxed and easy going. Just amazing. And, best of all, the beach wasn't *swarming* with folk, it was just nicely busy - none of this too many people to have enough space for yourself, lark. Morecambe really is absolutely fabulous and anyone who tries to tell me otherwise may end up with a long conversation on their hands. Or a very short "Been here? Recently? Well maybe you should fix that..."
I remain utterly baffled by Morecambe and my relationship with it. I love being here. I love the space. I love the beach. I love the "favourite places" I'm continuing to find - and the fact there are loads of them for different moments. I love the break it gives me. And yet I still struggle with the fact that I very rarely *do* a huge amount up here. It's a break for me, and a fabulous one at that, but even today I had a complete stranger arrive and throw me (prospective tenant) with "So what, are you doing the place up or something?" Actually, no. I'm bringing it round to being *mine* but I'm not "doing it up or something" - it's already gorgeous. It's already fabulous. But true, it's not necessarily clear what or why or how.
My attic room has had a makeover, including losing one wardrobe and gaining another. It's beginning to feel much more like the room I want it to be. Yes, it still needs a full redecorate and the like but when I arrive in it now it feels, well, ready to be lived in. Which is fab as it means I have a proper escape, a proper bolt hole - and there's a lot more light up here. Fabulous.
And so now my mind wanders...so many possibilities, including just to breathe & take it all in.
I remain utterly baffled by Morecambe and my relationship with it. I love being here. I love the space. I love the beach. I love the "favourite places" I'm continuing to find - and the fact there are loads of them for different moments. I love the break it gives me. And yet I still struggle with the fact that I very rarely *do* a huge amount up here. It's a break for me, and a fabulous one at that, but even today I had a complete stranger arrive and throw me (prospective tenant) with "So what, are you doing the place up or something?" Actually, no. I'm bringing it round to being *mine* but I'm not "doing it up or something" - it's already gorgeous. It's already fabulous. But true, it's not necessarily clear what or why or how.
My attic room has had a makeover, including losing one wardrobe and gaining another. It's beginning to feel much more like the room I want it to be. Yes, it still needs a full redecorate and the like but when I arrive in it now it feels, well, ready to be lived in. Which is fab as it means I have a proper escape, a proper bolt hole - and there's a lot more light up here. Fabulous.
And so now my mind wanders...so many possibilities, including just to breathe & take it all in.
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