Having been moved into the front room of the house, with the bay windows, to do my work, the last piece of the puzzle was getting the fireplace running. I pulled newspapers that someone had stuffed up into the chimney to stop the draft and when I pulled the last bit out, the corpse of a pigeon tumbled down. I cleaned the whole thing, got all the dust and dirt out and now, the fire is blazing, So much can change in a year, I think, standing and writing on Victoria Road, in Harborne. There is never any end to the possibilities.
