Revolutionary Rants

We have our first suite. Rather exciting, in a sad sort of way. Material possessions, of which we are taught and socialised in to  believing bring happiness. Anyhoo, it is not a new suite, but comes from a local company that recycles furniture. It is vastly comfortable and has a kind of Italian type tapestry look to it, with oranges.

We are really looking forward to moving. No more parking in the evil walled in space that is the outside of the hen house. No more bottles over the back wall on a weekend night. No more mould in the bathroom. Out in the countryside, Mum and Dad at the bottom of the hill, a nice pub down the road, lots of walking routes all around. Our own house. Well, that is how it will feel, anyway. For this reason there are musterings in my mind of getting another labby…

Yesterday I represented Addaction at the East-the-Water fun day and saw an amazing owl close up and we ate lovely rubbish for tea. Didn’t do too much today, just glad to be at home! We collected a writing desk for Mum in Muddiford. Played WCIII, saw the parents, bathed, watched a bit of telly, felt a bit tired and even - perhaps - a tad grumpy. All good. So far, so good.