I’ve had a few weeks of not leaving the canal unless I really have to.
Calling over to see my Mam in law but other than that I’ve been home in the cottage.
Folk may call for healing or massage but most of the time has been spent writing lots, reading and potching getting things done in the Retreat, grouting tiles cleaning up tile dust, clearing building rubbish from the garden, clearing more bloody tile dust. Where does it hide?
You clean it leave the room come back and there is more.
Tile dust causes bad language I’ll never be rid of it.
Jeff comes home and we do more few friends call at the weekend to help us but other than that I’ve seen very few folk.
No human beings
It’s been heaven!
I wonder how some folk don’t like being alone.
I love it, maybe a little too much.
Social media has made it easier. I can check anyone I care about is okay.
Mobile phones well if anyone really needs me they can ring.
Well they could if I turned on the ringer, I’ll ring back when I’ve finished potching.
I’ve been captured by this magical place it’s like a little island commune like,
Thirty cottages an eclectic bunch we are,
There for each other but not mithered or bothered.
Ducks and geese lots of hooded crows
I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Surrounded by water, view of the mountain.
Log burner, hubby and cats.