Attics

[poliphilo]

When you stow something away in the attic there's a pretty good chance it's never coming down again. Leastways not in your lifetime.

There's a Tutankhamen quality about attics.

When we were down at my mother's she was clearing her attic out and we brought certain things away with us: a 1950s coffee table with an illustrated map of London behind its glass top, a nice wrought-iron fire screen.

I have a book by Father Martin D'Arcy I found in the attic of my old house in Cambridge. It's a ratty old wartime paperbook, totally without value. But I won't get rid of it . It has talismanic value. It's treasure trove.

Since last week we've had an attic of our own. The guy came and laid  flooring in the roof space and put in a trap door and ladder. It's the warmest room in the house.

Our attic is gradually filling up: two lamp standards, a couple of chests of drawers, lots of boxes full of all sorts.

I wonder who will get to bring them down.

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[sorenr.livejournal.com]

The only attic I've got stuff stored in at the moment is Doctor Ex's in Sarf London... Which reminds me I need to travel light when going to London (as always), since there are a few items that I'm missing these days. (Notably my lovely, woven wooly blanket that's equally perfect for cold winter evenings and balmy summer picnics!)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We bought a lovely picnic blanket for the rabbits to kip on- and they ate it.