Walls come tumbling down…

Hello Wall,

You and I seem to be newly acquainted. It’s funny how, in a household so full of people, so bloody busy, there is a serious lack of communication.

I chatted to you just the other day – did you notice?

The kids were tired and being grotty little monsters after school, OH wasn’t home and no matter what I said or how I said it, nobody took any notice.

And so I turned to you. Told you everything. Exhaled. Felt better.

I like how you listen. To my wittering, my screeching, my need to just, well, have a conversation. I kinda had another wall for a time. But I think that wall may have been demolished; I had no warning, no planning permission, no health and safety memo. Nothing. It was there one day and gone the next. I am searching amongst the rubble, but it seems that’s all there is. I have asked the council what’s going on, but I get some prepared statement; a promise of nothing. Lies.

And so, I seem to be back. And, do you know what? It feels good. The awkward silence has dissolved and you and I are back on track. Which is always a good place to be.

Sarah x