Chelsea to pick up this second hand Liatorp. Habemus shelves!
Now I need another one to place on the left side (and hide those ghastly holes from the previous shelf solution).
It’s weird to see the shops, closed since late december, with the christmas decor still on the windows as we walk into easter. Frozen in time.
“What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does.
With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.”
(Extract from “And our faces, my heart, brief as photos”, by John Berger)
Of course I had to drop coffee all over the only bag made of silky fabric I own. Let’s see if I can clean it without destroying the print. Fuck my life.
S P R I N G
Forsythias and camelias are out; cherry trees and magnolias almost there. Derby popped for a visit; he is our neighbour’s ginger cat and a while ago he spent a lot of time on our doorstep – we later discovered his owners had been away and he was just lonely. He’s a cutie. Diesel hates his guts though. :)
Sweet potato on the airfryer, tomato, cucumber, balsamic vinegar, toasted sesame oil, garlic & herbs salt and pepper. Sweet and zingy and crunchy. ♥