About Me
- Susan Harwood
- It's one of those odd things . . . I live in my little house by the sea and listen to the radio and reckon I know best about more-or-less everything . . . as I keep telling the news-casters, the policiticians and all the experts interviewed there. I shout quite loud - but I'm beginning to suspect they can't hear! Sometimes, I write to my MP . . . but there's always more to say. So, here it is!
BOOK ON A BLOG
THE BRICKS IN THE CAVE - A full length children's adventure story by Susan Harwood - click on the book to read it.
ANOTHER BOOK ON A BLOG
TIMES RHYMES - For people who want to learn 'Times Tables' the easy way!
2 comments:
Clutter expands to fill the space available.
I used to have a garage. Every few years it would fill up with junk. I would get a skip, clear out the garage and start filling it up again.
I lost the garage when I converted it to a fourth bedroom. Since then, I've been filling up my spacious attic. I can now store only those things small enough to get through the hole in the ceiling (although it's quite a big hole and I'm sometimes surprised at what can be manouevred through).
Large items of furniture now have to be got rid as soon as they are no longer needed - e.g through Freecycle. They can be used by someone else.
When I had a garage, I could store things until they rusted or rotted or were chewed by insects or mice - until they were fit only for the tip.
I don't think much is rotting in the attic, but I can't be sure. There's so much junk up there, I can't even begin to think about sorting it out.
I daresay most of it will stay in the attic until I move home or die. It's pointless keeping it all but I just can't let go.
O for a smaller attic - or no attic at all! Can anyone lend me the money to convert it to a fifth bedroom?
Anthony . . . I'd call a storage space accessed through a hole in the ceiling 'a loft'.
What I'm meaning is a room in the roof, accessed up wooden stairs, where boxes of interesting objects . . . and books . . . and toys . . . can be stored through the generations.
You know, the kind of place where children in books have magic adventures on wet, English afternoons.
Susan
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