In Helston Road, there's a little hive of activity going on, involving one postie, one writer and a whole lot of old wallpaper.
Here, the dulcit tones of the sander can be heard of an evening.
Meanwhile, the things that usually live in the kitchen have been exiled to a refugee camp, aka the spare room. Hopefully, they and the knitting needles get on together.
1 comment:
I love that you are keeping a strip of that sexy wallpaper ... yay
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