I feel that owe my beloved bedmaker a little credit. I slighted his efforts in the last post, and now I must give credit where credit is due: The bed is complete. Just look at it. What a beaut. Hard to believe that only a few short nights ago it was nothing but a pile of little metal poles. Ok, well...maybe it’s not that hard to imagine. It was finance over fashion, people. And the sepia [sort of] hides the fact that my “bedroom” is slightly monochromatic and in need of some colour and decor. Flourishes all in due time. And yes, the nightstand was once a computer box. Going to have to upgrade soon as it is starting to cave in after a few midnight spills...
Serendipitous sniffing
Today, as I crammed onto the Jubilee line at Kilburn, giving my utmost concentration to maintaining my balance without having to touch anything...or anyone, I suddenly felt something warm and soft sniffing? my leg. Horror. I look down and, much to my delight, I found my favourite guide dog resting her sweet little head against my leg. I had to contain myself. She was on duty and I am a grown up. I glance up to find the whole family present: my lovely sightless neighbour, his wife, their 2 young daughters and [of course] his eyes. As I was hopping off I suddenly heard one of the little girls yell “not yet, Nicky”. A name not unlike the bestest dog in the whole wide world (my Nicholas, RIP).
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