is better than Day 1.
Last night as i stood in an empty shop, no flowers, no stuffed birds, no re-appropriated science equipment, i wept.
A sudden realisation that my entire life is within these four walls. Workaholic doesn't even begin to cover it.
Today, things are better, there is now a plan. I didn't have a plan yesterday. It just seemed a good week to close.
and we have eaten Haribo.
and i am hindering operations by buying old school desks and giant gourds.
and i have almost stopped crying, i am now only crying because of the kindness of the other retailers on St. Paul's Street.
I think this is what people mean when they say it is a cathartic experience.
and creosote beams be gone.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 1:33 PM