My row. I'm the last white door on the extreme right...
...not the really snazzy one across the road...
Inside, almost finished.
Looking up the road towards St. Alban's
Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
1 comment:
Your place is beautiful. It amazes me how women (real women at any rate) are able to make a home look so pleasant and inviting. After five months my room still looks like the first picture before the changes. No, wait, my room in fact looks worse.
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