mornings past

This ceased being the view from my bedroom sometime in 1991, when I moved to the rearmost room above the garage, which was better for lurking teenagedly in. For the past few visits we've been put in the frontmost room above the garage, with Edgar in the rearmost room, though neither resemble their former selves; the frontmost room was traditionally the office, containing the enormous desk with its drawers full of odd-coloured printer paper, the various shelves and filing cabinets and which briefly featured a high-tech ISDN socket and a fax machine. The rearmost room, now with heating, lost all its character when its carpet, installed just to make it have carpet it, ceased being the carpet that used to be in the living room in the house in Banbury we moved out of in 1982.

This view used to be seen through a white-painted metal-framed window, though the photo I intend to scan and post one day was peeking through them, back when the extension roof was significantly newer, a bit less slumpy and somewhat less mossified. There were a couple of extra trees visible in next door's garden back then but there are still plenty of trees for whoever gets to sleep here next.