Falling in love again

I have to get a grip. Things are beginning to fall apart. I began by booking in a builder to help me replace the roof tiles smashed off my workshop - again - recently. I will have a massive Spring-clean of the yard as he works.

It is a delicate balance to keep the place looking lived-in without also looking that there could be stuff worth stealing on the inside. There are two types of people who do damage to isolated buildings like mine - opportunists who comb the areas for vulnerable buildings to break into and vandals who think that if a building looks abandoned they will help it on its way by smashing it up even more.

When I left home, I no longer had my mother telling me to tidy my room, so I stopped even thinking of tidying them in all the houses I ever lived in. It is about time I grew up.

Wash the car. It recently began making a horrible clunking sound from the nearside front wheel and I suspected the worst. There were - as I thought - three very expensive options for the cause of the noise, but when I went to collect it from the mechanic, he said it was some sort of counterweight come loose (from driving through all the pot-holes around here) and he fixed it. How much? No charge. I was in a state of near euphoria for the rest of the day.

I think it all boils down to one thing. The more you stop caring for something, the more of a liability it becomes. Deterioration speeds-up the worse it becomes.

Whenever I clean the car, I briefly fall in love with it all over again. Things need love and attention to be at their best. I know I do.

Oh - that Dementor. The angel sculpture in Rachel's church reminded me of it.