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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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I'm not native to these parts and sometimes it feels strange, but the reverse of this is that there's still so much to discover.

Yes, we're really looking forward to meeting up when you come to Leeds.