Sometimes I think that if a documentary filmmaker took a time lapse film of Misericordia Mansions, you could see the waves of stuff piling up and receding (and I have to say I’d probably watch an episode…would you?).
The tide is currently out, after a rather epic weekend of charity shops and a car boot sale I have acquired a vast number of frames, ready for more embroideries and on a rather lucky chance, Batman and I bought our anniversary present.
I love my cat clock, it was a gift from a uni flatmate and the last time she visited, she was amazed that I still had it, but after repeated leaps off mantlepieces and other high pieces, it has become un-mendable. The new clock has a very cheerful tick and, we are assured, a chime which just needs the correct size key to bring it to life.
Staggeringly, it was also far below the usual price for things that Batman and I like that we almost didn’t buy it because it seemed impossible. Luckily, we did and it’s lovely.
It sparked a clock-related purge and with the additional upheaval of the dismantling of Dragon’s cot (I know, I find it a bit hard to believe too), we’re living in a rather new-feeling house.
