There is a certain joy in clutter to me - a security of the familiar. Tidy as i will the ancient bear from my childhood has been a constant companion in my life, watching the guests go by over the years. The books that line a corner of the office still promises hours of browsing, re read occasionally and part of the framework of life. All the familiar clutter of multi coloured textures that chart our lives with a certain reassuring, soothing, prescience and so I must admit that minimalism has passed us by to date but how could anyone consign Teddy to the bin?
Today was the turn of the little candle chandeliers that hang over the breakfast table for their spring clean. I immersed them in the capacious Belfast sink before hanging them to dry over the Rayburn, their glass droplets are now gleaming after meeting warm soak in water laced with a little white wine vinegar.
Belle is still blooming but keeping her own council as when she will produce her foal - she settled down to her supper tonight with all of the soporific relaxation of the expectant mother - we would just like a few results now and a decent nights sleep!
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