Stepping Away From The Brink

[poliphilo]

We've taken the house off the market.

Thank goodness for that!

I was stood on the brink, arms going like windmills and then I stepped back.

I like this house. I like this neighbourhood. The thought of leaving made me utterly miserable.

I had intense, grungey dreams last night. I guess it was the tension working its way out of my system. At one point I woke with a start because someone had just thrown a dead cat at me. The cat was stiff with rigor mortis, bent in a half-moon shape.

Instead of moving we'll get a small mortgage and do this place up. New carpets. New windows. New wardobes.

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

We came to our senses...