Today I moved yet again. The old couple I'm staying with have a beautiful old home with antique furniture and all sorts of period decorations. Two giant male labradors rule the downstairs area, but luckily my room is upstairs furnished with an elegant wardrobe through which I may be able to enter Narnia. It feels peculiar typing on my computer in this place. I should be writing on paper with a feather pen - an oil lamp illuminating my page from the corner of this old wooden desk.
It is quiet here, although every half hour or so I can hear the London-Bristol train pass right behind the Wilderness - which is what the house is called. (In England, the practice of naming one's house is not uncommon).
I have a good feeling that I'll enjoy living here. Let's at least hope it plays out better than last time.
Good luck with it Dominik. Being old, they're likely to be deaf, and less offended by your strumming!
ReplyDeleteHaha. All their sense are actually quite keen, but the house is large enough that I can do my music thing up in my bedroom and they won't hear a thing!
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