Changes in domicile primarily entail reestablishing boundaries. The cat, vicious and hostile, will have to be brought into fold. Offerings of fish and love have, so far, received nothing but hisses in return. The dogs - recalcitrant, somewhat bored - must be taught anew who’s Boss. The kitchen needs exploring, familiarising, before it can be - to borrow the tongue of the day - owned. The same with all other hearts of darkness: convenient carpet-corners hiding some evidence of mischief, the underside of beds, the loft.
There is much to be done - always reassuring, this, in the face of sightless, brutal yearning. Giving into leisure now can mean death by remorse. The terrible weight of unacknowledged knowing will kill if not ignored.
Experimenting with the dicey contents of fridge, giving walls fresh coat of yellow, making unnecessary coffee over the latest release in Satire - Fantasy. Otherwise called lifesavers.
