My god, I am tired. What a week! I don't know why it's been so draining, though I have a tickle at the back of my throat and I think an incipient illness may be part of my lack of energy. (Could also be allergies. There's a lot of stuff floating around in the air now.)
Major triumphs yesterday on the overdue books front! We collected from several recalcitrant students with multiple checkouts. Next week will wrap things up, so hopefully whatever's still out there will come back.
Do you want the completely surreal experience (to me, anyway) of seeing our home in a real estate listing? When I wrote several days ago about cleaning the apartment in preparation for the photographer, and specifically mentioned the shower, one of my blog pals commented that the photographers probably would not photograph the shower. Well, let me just point out that there is indeed a photo of the shower online. When you let a photographer into your house, you have to be prepared for any possibility, right?!
(Photo: Seen on my walk home from work yesterday, on Edgware Road.)
Golly! I can see why you didn't really want to move! And by the way- you are a fantastic cleaner.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a delightful sunny space you have! So many windows. You did a wonderful job of "staging" for the agent. Where did you put everything or does it always look like this? :)
ReplyDeleteI love the word recalcitrant!
ReplyDeleteThe flat looks wonderful and the bathroom, close-up and very, very clean!!
ReplyDeleteI'm very taken with your recent photographic trend of interesting backgrounds and single person foregrounds; especially the brick wall in Abercorn Place.
Ms Soup
Ms Moon: Yeah, it's a good space. I am a cleaner from way back!
ReplyDeleteLynne: The light is a major reason why I love this flat so much. I will definitely miss it. I'm pretty neat by nature, but I did tuck a few things in cabinets and drawers. :)
Reya: Me too!
Alphabet: Thanks! That's definitely a photographic style with me -- single figures against the urban landscape. I think that kind of composition gives a sense of scale, and even says something about our solitary lives, our "cosmic loneliness."