No, I haven’t completed the first draft of the novel…
Four years ago we were getting a garage conversion. The workmen had been doing the kitchen extension for a while, and we knew they were about to move onto the garage conversion.
And the garage was filled with junk. So I kept thinking, “I really must empty the garage so that they can do the garage conversion.”
But one day, they got ahead of me and emptied the garage onto the back lawn and covered the contents of the garage with a big tarpaulin weighed down with some rubble. So I kept thinking, “I really must sort out that junk under that tarpaulin before there is torrential rain, or it gets really windy.”
But one day, it was really windy and really rainy; the tarpaulin came away and all the stuff started … dispersing itself around the garden,
So I wedged it all down the side of the house. So I kept thinking, “I really must go through all that stuff at the side of the house before it disintegrates and becomes of no use to man or beast.”
And, slowly, Time got out of his winged chariot and gradually began blurring the edges between “junk” and “garden”, allowing moss to grow on plastic, wood to swell and burst, metal to rust and once-identifiable objects to become …
So – today – I scraped it all up, put it into the car, and took it to the tip!
It took an hour.