It's always fun when guests stay for a day or so. This weekend we had Henry. Happy chap, easy maintenance, didn't need food or water and likes cleaning up after himself. But of course he, was an it, and he had been left by the decorators over the weekend. We're on the home straight of the hall decorating now, just two more days so we've been informed. But it was the pile of decorating accoutrements which intrigued me for this posting. Their is something artistic I feel when everyday items are left in an unusual place. Pots, decorators caulke, sheets, all on the top landing for two days. Hands unseen had placed them there. Hands unseen will use them again. Eventually their use will end; their brief subjoin into the spinning vortex of my world will have served it's purpose and they will permanently disappear from view.
A metaphor for life it seems, as the rain lashed down outside.
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