Sunday, 13 December 2009
Preparing to return.
I'm skulking in my front room and feeding my little stove; a refugee from the devastation wrought by the builders in the rest of the house. A thick layer of dust covers every surface, bags of cement and plaster lean nonchalantly against every wall and cardboard boxes prevent me reaching any container holding my basic supplies. I am reduced to instant meals or eating out. None of this matters too much because my mind is fixed on a return to Komera in mid - January. Although I do hope that the work will be completed before I depart.