Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 17 February 2019
The secret passage
I blogged before about my fascination for secret passages, real or imagined. Secret passages and secret pathways, whether they area narrow track between rows of trees in a park or a woodland, an alley in a neighbourhood or, like in my old grandmother's house, the space underneath the stairs leading to the basement. As a child, these were the settings of many make belief games. It turns out that this house has one secret passage. Well, not the house itself, but the garden: the garden door leads to this alleyway. It is used to take the rubbish and recycling bins out and back. I blogged about it in French before. When my mind wanders, I still imagine it being a mysterious secret passage nobody but me and a few initiated know about. it makes the mundane chore of taking the bins out far more interesting.