Saturday, 6 February 2016
I am shamelessly stealing the title of a classic (which I read years ago in college) for a blog post, but it is just fitting. It is the first thing I noticed when I got back home today: the blowing wind that seemed to be shaking the windows and the roof itself. This is the nature of attic rooms like our flat: the connection with tempestuous weather. It is not even that windy outside, but you can feel it strongly all the same in this flat. Moral of the story: I love attics.
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Does this make you Heathcliff and your wife, Cathy?
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