Monday 14 September 2020

Tiny spaces

When I was a child, one of my favourite pastimes was making an indoor tent with a sheet draped over chairs and pretending I was living in a very small house. I have always lived in a medium-sized house and doubt that there is any deep-seated trauma to be delved into by a psychologist! I think it was just a forerunner of my great love of caravans! Family holidays were usually camping in a tent, so I am used to the outdoor life, but a caravan was always my ultimate dream. In fact, my only item on a bucket list is to travel somewhere, anywhere in the world, in a Winnebago. Or even live in one, although that carries a slight hint of trailer parks with the accompanying stigma. What I really need is the latest design where you press buttons and rooms slide out from the body of the bus, a small car is stowed under the sleeping area at the back, and a little speedboat is on a trailer behind. This whole contraption would be impossible to take shopping, hence the need for the little car. Of course, the cost of one of these dream vehicles is prohibitive, but I am putting this out there, just in case there is a patron out there who would like me to finish the books I am writing.
It is possible that my yearning for a small space is in direct proportion to my dislike of housework. I cannot see why I should spend my latter years polishing the brass (haven't touched it for years), washing windows inside and out only to cover them with blinds to keep out the damaging sun, or dusting daily when the southeaster blows. Shelves of ornaments have no place in my home. I keep the minimum of mementoes behind glass doors, and even they are being considered for re-homing, As for shelves and shelves of books that haven't been looked at in decades, nor are likely to be, I am sure there are many charity shops that would be glad to shake off their dust.
Both my grandmothers ended their days quite happily in homes for the aged where they just had a single room. I remember visiting them a long time ago now, in the 1960s and 1980s, and despite being a small child and then a young adult, I couldn't help thinking that it would be nice to have just one room.

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