A life lived backwards

By GailyWhaley

Just before Christmas someone broke into a favourite room of mine, rearranged the furniture, painted the walls, chucked the cushions about and left me feeling vulnerable.

Today, the room  is still the same, the cushions are plumped up again and it is beginning to feel like home again.

The views have always been spectacular and that has never changed.

I could never be too cross, I don't own the freehold.

It was a lovely day today from start to finish and I can put a picture of it in my favourite room. This is a reflection of the sunset in my sitting room.

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