If I’d had any curtains I’d have flung them open to gaze at the view of the hills… only I hadn’t. No curtains I mean. I had no furniture, no clean clothes (and no wardrobe to put them in) and, most pressing at eight in the morning, no kettle. I had nothing at all. WellRead more
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Stripped and bare, patches on the walls where my pictures once hung, the bookcases bereft of their well-thumbed tenants, my old house, always vivid with light and warmth and comfort, suddenly seems full of shadows. “Goodbye” I say aloud, “Goodbye and thank you. I’ve been happy here.” No answer. Well… naturally not. The house, witnessRead more
