whats not for sale cannot be bought
spent the whole day (over)concerning ourselves with matters of the home: it being where the heart is.
took mrs.perou to see the pottery factory.
it has so much character: it could be very special, but it's too small for me and my crew.
next we drove down to ashford in kent and the surrounding villages.
accidentally happened upon the property that we really love/loved, that was taken off the market the day we found it.
HA!
it's so perfect for us that i felt sick knowing we can't have it and mrs.perou had to fight back tears.
ridiculous i know: almost shameful.
to get to it, you have to drive down narrow, tree-lined country lanes and it sits tucked away with a few other barns and cottages.
it's got a lake with an island in the middle, with a delapidated tree house guarded by canadian geese.
etc...
could really see maximum and z growing up happy there.
i want that place more for them, than us.
as we drove away the mystery jets album (making dens) that i was sent, was playing on the perou-mobile stereo.
the lines 'what's not for sale, for sale, for sale, cannot be bought' jumped out and slapped me repeatedly in the face.
genius.
uncanny.
that track's great: 'purple prose'...check it.
kind of deflated, went for a matinee pizza express in ashford and drove home.
ashford's got a bad rep. but seemed like a very pleasant market town...a little like lewes.
the zoot story: 'thinking outside the box' is up here.
my favourite shots are 6,16,23 (yes, officer) and 40.
inexcuseably, i forgot my camera/s today.
if i'd had one with me i'd have photographed the tree off the m20 that's not a tree: it's a disguised mobile phone antenae.
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