Tuesday, 14 March 2017

++ up in the roof

 rolled up my sleeves 
braved the scary cobwebs
{read that as avoided}
coughed at the dust
uncovered traces of owners past
sadly no rum within
a lost picture
graffiti from 1911
this space needs work
there's light coming in
;-)

Sunday, 26 February 2017

@@ grinding halt

 the go-slow is starting to get to me

things you take for granted in your old life ~ 
having the phone numbers of a good
plumber
carpenter
electrician
handy man
your go-to little black book of the recommended
the renovations have ground to halt
which was fine for a while
but I'm bored of it now
there will be light at the end of that tunnel
need direction to find the people to get going

Friday, 27 January 2017

>> back to the bailiwick

€9.99 flights to England
too cheap to pass
over the Thames and back to Essex
brisk morning walks with my best friend
and her dogs
catching up with family and friends
lots of tea and cake
a tiny bit of culture
plenty of gin
and foggy mornings

I was thoroughly spoilt and loved every moment
even the initial sensory overload of being able
to understand every conversation
the insane amounts of traffic
and the flatness of dear old Essex

see you in Spring
x

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

** let light in

there are new year posts
promises
dreams 
expectations
goals
some are achievable
realistic
many are forgotten
broken
so I choose a word
I write it down and stick it up 
to remind me each day
to use what I already have
renovate each corner of my life

Friday, 16 December 2016

** we'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today

all those rushing about
with lists and wishes to fulfil
take a moment if you can
to breathe
we did that here yesterday
on the hills of Sonnac
we sat 
the sound of cowbells
birds
 fresh crisp air
we gathered juniper, pine and rosemary
then back home I put them onto my fireplace
a festive forage
happy holidays my dears
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
— RAINER MARIA RILKELETTERS TO A YOUNG POET  — 



Tuesday, 6 December 2016

++ if you want to know the things we see

the "Dread Room"
has gradually been transformed
the lower section of the wall 
had been painted in a very old
oil and earth mix
which proved problematic when painted
as it kept bleeding through
we scrubbed it with a solution of this
then carefully rolled a thin coat
of oil based matt paint
and prayed
it worked!
then the task of scraping off years of paint
from conduit and sockets
and finding a match for the skirtings and doors
it pains me to tosh over these beauties
on top of all the really bad paint already on them
but time and budget won't allow for now
all I need now is furniture 
and a lovely light fitting to replace this pathetic bulb!
now it's The White Room
like that scene in Bruce Almighty 
when he meets God

"we spin, we turn, watch and wait
as the world just creeps on by"

Friday, 25 November 2016

** out of season

most towns have market day
but my village only has a night market
in the summer months
so we visit Mirepoix on Mondays
their market is all year round
with it's stalls of produce
fresh ingredients
seasonal goodies
artisans
and shops
Mirepoix is a pretty medieval town
with 13th century houses 
supported on beautifully carved pillars
giving a covered arcade beneath
we recommend the coffee at 
Cafe Castigniolles and people watching