Continued from last post
25 is a very familiar view to me it is the view from my bedroom window. The rose is called ‘Peace’ and was bred and named after the 2nd world war. It must have been planted when the school was still functioning. I like it because it is a living history and because it taps on my window at night. The flowerbed it is planted in also holds the skeleton of the school cat (a Manx) and a pet newt. I love these stories and I feel affection for the rose and the flowerbed. The roof is of the schoolhouse next door there is a married couple that live there and they argue a lot. There have been many generations of babies born in that house. I like looking at the sky from my window too and the curtains I have are very thin which probably contributes to my insomnia. My grandmother slept without curtains and she had a rose bed outside her window. She was a botanist and my mother used to say that my grandmother (who she hated) would probably bleed to death in her
rosebush. In actual fact she did bleed to death but when she was living with my mother and it was inside which probably disappointed her.
I hate having photo’s taken of myself and I don’t know who took this one. I lived for a while without a mirror and I am getting better at having photo’s taken of myself but it is a conscious effort.
So an insight into my life…. well I am a huge daydreamer and so I sort of half focus on objects while I am in my head really. Jamie is also a huge part of my life and he didn’t come out. My bed also as I say is central!
I hope this is useful email me if you want anything else.
Annabel xxxx
