Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday ...
Sometimes I wonder if I've posted pictures before ... sometimes I consider going back through all my posts to check ... most times I just blow a raspberry and carry on regardless. ;-)
On the occasions that I stop in my hallway and actually acknowledge the plethora of books, curios, bad/good art etc etc that reside floor to ceiling, I can't help but imagine that one day I'll end up on the TV on one of those hoarder programmes.
Not that that bothers me.
I'm more bothered/amused by the idea that one day (just like Indiana Jones) I'll be passing through the hallway and everything from either side will collapse toward me and I'll be buried beneath it all as the Hairy Horde look on.
I laugh as I picture this. I laugh imagining the ignominy of such a happening ... I wonder which item will end up atop the pile that is on top of me ... and I'm pretty sure that one of the cats will eventually answer the question 'would your feline eat you once you were dead?'
Still ... that day is not today. I passed through unscathed. Mind you, I did attempt to discuss some of this with Giorgio ... but he remained as silent as ever beneath his two hats. Though I swear I heard a titter and saw his shoulders shake a little.
Hmmmm ... I think perhaps I should invest in a hard hat and mini grappling iron and make sure I'm armed at all times with pen and paper for a final memoir ....... after all ....... you never know ;-) ...