4th August 2019
I am missing the cut and thrust of the Bristol Cottage Furniture world. Kelli has kept me up to date with everything that is going on. I seem to spend every day at the cottage, on my own muttering to my self, instead of wandering around Goodwill looking for potential money makers.
I had to cast another plinth for a step into the shed. I’m getting quite used to doing them, and this is the last sleeper to fix.
The other big event was to bring the large suitcases up to the house from the shed. They had been there for two years, and had not been attacked by any little rodents.
The first was the silver bastard, the one I used on my trip to India. It still bore the marks of abuse from the feeble baggage handlers, but with some excitement I opened it up. There were five pairs of identical black jeans from a time when I just bought a new pair instead of washing the old. There were about fifty pairs of socks, and the equivalent pairs of underwear, although they were washed and ironed.
There were also trousers from years ago when I was a lot larger around the waist than I am now, why did I keep those? Was I expecting to grow into them sometime.
The second case, just contained more jeans, and shorts I would be seen dead in, not sure where they came from?
There were woollen jumpers, T-shirts and more socks.
By the time I emptied it all on to the floor the place resembled a jumble sale.
I coldly sorted through the heap separating out things I wanted to keep, scrap and donate.
It was a sort of cleansing experience, and of coarse a bit more room in the shed.
I decided to use the Silver bastard to take more clothes on my return to the US, I could pack some serious shit in that. I expect some amazing eye rolls from Kelli when she sees this stuff.
Another Lifetime to go 