In my eyes only
There is a great deal of satisfaction to be gained from fixing and reusing, be it the bike that is repaired again or the wood that was saved when breaking through the wall, which spent some time in storage finally to be combined with the wood from the shed to make the bike shed into a work of art, in my eyes anyway.
And then it felt like I belonged, but maybe it was just the warmth of the red wine warming my sense of belonging, cuddling my ideas of home, and I wondered if the hours of work was worth it, especially as one the moment moved on I was left behind.
Twenty two is in the last run, all that rains is festivity and party, present and feasts, cracker and jokes that may not be particularly funny but at which we will all laug by, or perhaps groan.
