A stream-of-consciousness blog about life, food, language, and the painfully beautiful world we often overlook.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
In the giving and receiving of life, there are moments of happy exchange. People put out 'hard rubbish' on the side of the road here, so things they don't want that either get picked up by the council or by other people who see it as treasure. Someone had put some things out on the street in front of my building, so I put a couple of baskets down there I didn't want. Not much later they were gone and it made me feel good knowing someone had a use for them. Then round the corner from me, someone had put out a set of drawers. A bit battered, but totally useable. Perfect for the spare room.