My forever home

 

"All is safely gathered in 'ere the winter storms begin."

These words from my favourite harvest hymn

serve equally well to describe my current state of being,

although I hope that the afore mentioned storms,

if not actually cancelled, have at least been put on

hold until I find someone to fix the leak in the conservatory.

That temporary piece of chewing gum won't hold indefinately.

 

We've got some old fashioned little shops here,
and look - they even do eggs in fours.

 

You'll be pleased to hear that I haven't managed to set light

to anything else these past few days and my time seems to be

spent rummaging in boxes and trying to turn chaos into order.

 

Why the fishing rod?  It just came along for the ride.

 

 The office above, as you can see, is still in need of

"a woman's touch" although where she's got to I have no idea.

 

 

Wouldn't it be wonderful to find a chum like

this hidden in the bedding boxes?

Unlikely but a girl can dream.