This week I was walking through the livingroom and noticed something didn't seem quite right with the broom closet door. Upon further examination, I realized it's because the top of the door's moulding is about 4 inches away from the other doorway's moulding.. but at the bottom, there's no space between them at all.
Photographic evidence:
This picture was taken at a straight angle, too. Or at least as straight an angle as possible when you're standing in a VERY CROOKED HOUSE. Sometimes I feel like I live here. And it does not surprise me at all that this place is in England.
Art I passed by en route to the Refugee and Asylum Seeker's weekly English meeting in the city, which has been one of my favourite activities the past month. Women of all ages from all over the middle east and Africa, talking and singing and hugging and kissing and eating from big pots of spicy food they've cooked up. Way more interesting than the library.
In other news, my dear Ina comes for a visit next week! It will be the first time we've seen each other since saying sad, dusty goodbyes in Nairobi's Jomo Kenyatta airport 18 months ago. Also good motivation to get heaps and heaps of work done during next week's "reading week" (shocking, but no one else seems to actually be planning on doing a lot of reading) so we can party hearty all weekend, as the kids say.
Missing everyone.
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