Day two of the big clear out.
Scary moment this morning when the council representative informed me that I would have to start paying business rates as I had changed studios. All sorted.
The studio block is on the side of a park so as I trotted in and out covered in dust and carrying dustbins and boxes and sacks and plinths all around me were browning nicely in the sun.
A young black cat whose owners leave him out all day has been overseeing operations. His charming companionship was very nearly permanent; he shot out of the car boot just as I was about to leave for the final tip run.
I just hope I haven’t maxed out on his black cat luck. Haven’t seen him since; I fear he may have gone off me.
So – I still have no idea if things will fit in. Especially as I have decided that there is no way I can live without my bookcase.
We will find out tomorrow.
