those balmy summer days in the months of July and August. Our once birthday months. Now for the single in time. This I have spent in much experience again of things we can take for granted.
For me no ... I have soaked up the atmosphere in the mourn of raw in such enchanting times again. Those days I thought I would not feel on the skin, see the abundance of summer in colour, the greens from Spring into Autumnal. The aromas. The textures. The inner sanctum of getting dirty in good. The decor renovation in simple and struggle.
This the new abode ... another generation ... highly atypical wishes of one though another ...
The kitchen that is too far gone to spruce up. The bathroom in near perfection. One bedroom managed to achieve while on antibiotics for the irritating skin ruined by darkness in dank.
This time in gift to a daughter, in unusual circumstances of making sure that if this is the one for her ... that he is never homeless again ... until end days if the unimaginable at the moment happens ... In this interim period of how life is never in timeline ... the arrangements in the making ...
The wishes of a family in the passing on ...
While I currently continue in vastly reducing. The next generation carries the baton of a legacy from a tad of mine to setting up home
up the North ...
My plans still to decide in what type of accommodation I wish to live in ... lots of options once the burden of stuff removed to a manageable level in the South West of England or an isle or ...?
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