Hooked

Yesterday the focus was on sorting out the utility room, by mid afternoon I had the job done. Today it’s been about taking things out of the loft and putting the large plastic boxes which have been stacked in two rooms up there. Going up and down the loft ladder repeatedly is not as easy as it once was, and I’ve been mindful of the need to be careful. Mission accomplished.

I’ve also at last hung up the painting which mum and dad bought on their honeymoon and which was a central feature in their living room. It would never make the Tate, was painted by a disabled artist (an ex fisherman ?) with his toes, and I’ve always liked it. For comparison, in extras a photo of the same view taken a couple of weeks ago whilst I was visiting St Ives