Oh dear!

Oh dear ... doesnt quite cut it. The storm last night has torn away the protective covering on the side of my house. A large area of cob is now exposed. Thankfully the man who was already working on it has arrived early to sort it out. If that bit of wall got wet I would be in real trouble. With all this going on my thoughts are turning to the future. I never supposed I would be here for ever...but this leads on to ....another home ...but where and for how long? This part of Cornwall is full of holiday homes...many of them to rent in the summer. But they could only ever be temporary. Quite soon I need to find my last resting place....no not actually the last ..but a temporary stay in one of them would give me time to consider my next moves! Looking for a place to live when you are already past eighty doesnt sound or feel good especially when I know that all the grave yards in the churches vicinity are full. i am feeling gloomy this morning clearly..and not yet ready to give in to the inevitable. As I write the sound of banging comes through the wall. Oh hell! Who ever could have thought it possibe? I am looking for a safe place to spend my last years in. And its got to be here in Cornwall...preferably the Roseland ....here in fact...if this house can be made safe. Its clearly time for some earnest prayer...