But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking?
– the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in,
in to the central catacomb;
the self that took the veil and left the world – a coward perhaps,
yet somehow beautiful,
as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.
well I thought the last few years had taught me patience and they have – but there is always room for more – yes great goddess I’ve got the message…
So we put an offer in on a lovely flat in Dunoon in February…. yes that does seem like such a long time ago.
Then I gave in my (3 months) notice (which is nearly at an end)…
Our flat goes up for sale and after endless cleaning and perfecting we get a reasonable offer (considering the current climate).
so we accept the offer and all seems to be proceeding.
Then the day after the bank holiday (memorial day to you US folks) we find out that our buyer has withdrawn her offer.
hey bloody ho..
actually Ifeel really sad for her cause it’s not her fault at all ( and we would have waited) so sorry that she must be feeling so bad.
we’re just moving on and waiting for the next offer. hoping that the dunoon people can be patient for a bit longer.
but in the end it’s all so unimportant. They found a dead body in our park this morning- happens everywhere all the time and we moan on and on about meaningless stuff.
I’m thinking of taking the veil…