Our house

I love our little house. And I love where we live. Neither are anything special, but for many reasons we’re happy here.

And, now, we could be about to change all of that. We’ve put in an offer on an old chapel in Newcastle.

That was two weeks ago, a quick decision after a viewing. God moves pretty slowly these days, but we’ll hear today (or possibly tomorrow) whether our offer (or one of the other interested parties’) has been accepted. 

Last night, after our third visit to the chapel, we experienced our first feelings of doubt. Not about the chapel itself, or the work involved; rather, some thoughts about letting go of what we have now. Most of those (my) doubts related to the location as opposed to the building. 

The chapel’s non-standard construction, but it has something about it. And it has lots of potential. It’s in a residential area though. And, by residential, I mean houses, houses and flats. That probably wouldn’t be an issue for most people, it could be a selling point. But. 

So, we could have another, more difficult, decision to make this evening. Unless, of course, that decision is taken out of our hands. 

Door III

I have mixed feelings about the room merger, even though I know it was the right thing to do. But, from the landing, you can’t see that there was ever a second door. 

I’m quite good at this plastering malarkey.

Okja

We watched Okja this evening. Pretty moving, as expected. 

I may have a clear conscience in respect of ‘food’ (animal) production, but I found this film to be brutal reminder of the actions of my fellow ‘humans’. 

Door II

i’d like to say that I’ve finished plastering in the house, but sadly that’s not the case.

I have, however, finished plastering the landing. 

PVA

PVA is pretty amazing stuff, you know. It’s cheaper than wood glue, although it’s essentially the same thing, and it’s a great sealant. 

After a short break from decorating, old and new walls are sealed and ready for plastering. 

Hills are everywhere

We live on a big hill. Today we walked down to the Schooner. After a beer there, we walked across the river to the Tyne bar. 

And then along the (other) river to the Cluny. 

Where we had decent food. 

And, now, we’re in the Cumberland Arms. Or, rather, outside it. Good music on a Sunday afternoon. 

Most of these places also involved hills. 

I’ve been working

On a cocktail … Well, I was pretty impressed with Elbow’s headline slot at the first big night of the mouth of the Tyne festival. 

Definitely a good performance. A nice atmosphere too. 

A random conversation with a man who was also at the other week’s secret Park stage at Glastonbury happened too. 

Happy.