Fiona's Quiet Life

I didn’t want to go into the attic anyway.…..considering we have only half a house. and the lower half at that, we have an awful amount of attic space, it is over what was the wash house /coal bunker bit of the house which has only one story.

any­way he was in need of dis­trac­tion again so i got the lad­der down, then he came into the kit­chen which was great as he rarely man­ages to stay up for very long . we rearrange some things on the shelves, he with his artistic eye telling me where to put things but he quickly tires and it is get­ting cold so i say i will put the attic lad­der up for­get­ting there was a pic­ture in the way. he lad­der, seizes up and won’t go up or down . i wrestle and prod at it and noth­ing hap­pens , i swear at it and cry , still noth­ing happens.,

then Nic­ola phones from her new house. so we gos­sip and she asks if there is a free­cycle group in her area as she has things to get rid of and her com­puter is still not set up. , so i find a group of only 5 people in Bris­tol but a nice big group of 203 in chip­pen­ham. .….….….…any­way. he gets hungry so i dig up some food. and attack the attic again.

this time i get another lad­der and poke at things some more , basil comes along to help. his 14 stone won’t shift it. so he goes back to bed.

this time i climb on to the stuck lad­der and it begins to move and then lowers me slowly like a pan­to­mime fairy to the floor.landing sud­denly with an un-fairy like bump.

so i closed it up and had a glass of cider. and am now slightly pie eyed as i rarely drink

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