Mary, holy mother of our Saviour, be with me this night. The screams of the villagers slice through my prayers.
Of course, I still have 'the cupboard of doom' to do and several boxes I haven't unpacked since I last moved eight years ago. *Really* looking forward to both...
An old-fashioned bell sat on the counter. The sign beside it read ‘Ring Bell to be Serviced’.
I'll be cutting my grass for the last time soon. I'm doing lots of things for the last time. A couple of months ago it was decorating (and I gave away all my decorating stuff), last month it was 'dealing with estate agents' and this month it's lawnmowers. It feels EPIC. No more home decorating, EVER.