it turns out that the post office started using red elastic bands so they could spot them and pick them up.
our best use for the red bands was strapping down a dodgy door on my sister’s portable DVD player
I’m a bit blog-prolific, this week, aren’t I?
See? Idyllic pace of life,
immaculately well-organised living
space, and no room for anything
that?s not totally necessary?
Some days, I drive past developments of two bedroomed apartments in the city centre, and desperately want one. Especially the sort that are converted Victorian warehouses, by the river. I’ve always been this way. Tiny cottages in picturesque village locations also draw me, as do canal boats, and I’ve only just worked out what the appeal is.
I want to run away from my stuff.
I want to maintain my four bedroomed house full of things I don’t quite want to throw away, but actually live in tidiness and minimalist simplicity somewhere else. It’s not that I’m seeking to leave my husband and/or children behind. It’s just all the toys and computers and bits and bobs that I’d rather not look at all day. So I’d sit in peacefully uncluttered serenity, but come home whenever I wanted something.
I really need to address my lifestyle, don’t I?
The time out pad… I am speechless.
A Brief insight into the randomness that is my Insomnia. I do read some obscure things you know.
Some creative uses ways to say “you can’t build on the shelter in the middle of the roundabout” without mentioning the B word.
“the Planning Manager is of the view that the proposed design and external appearance of the first floor extension is wholly inappropriate as it would constitute an alien/incongruous feature in the streetscene, given the small scale shelter-like character of the existing building”
and
“it is considered that the proposed first floor extension does nothing to preserve the historic origins/context of the building, which first functioned as a bus shelter/inspectors office. It is considered that the proposed first floor extension would detract from the original character and eradicate any reference to the original function of the building”
planning permission, St Peppers Smithtown Road.
presumably it’s the one out of that song, doesn’t cut in in planning law? The council makes it’s decision next Tuesday.
