Room with a view
There is nothing quite like a change in perspective. There is nothing like having a conversation with someone you know so well, and feeling like you're talking to them for the first time. Ok, so we were both quite drunk on Friday night. So what did we say? Time for a shake up. So I have spent the weekend shuffling paper, sorting books, unplugging, unwiring, untangling, replugging, rewiring, resorting bookshelves... And now I'm here, in our third bedroom, in my new office. And our second bedroom (aka my dressing room and office) has become a studio. The keyboard is up (although I'd love to know what Liz and I between us have done with the stabilising screws). Speakers are set to annoy my neighbours from a different angle. I can see the bottom of the garden instead of looking down at it from a great height. The cat is confused. untermensch may well get a little confused as well. Don't worry dude, all your gubbins are safe. And you can now sleep without turning over tables. Except you move into your new flat tomorrow...
And all because Uwe didn't like making music down here because it's a bit cold. Hehe.
And all because Uwe didn't like making music down here because it's a bit cold. Hehe.