The surreal in a still

of a day where I thought it will be a little more of a flurry with a daughter talking non stop on arriving here. 

Though from the progress in a room to clear it again for the space to get to the space needed to restore the rooms instead. Could be seen from afar. 

I went out to get the forgotten shopping from yesterday. I still did not get everything... my mind back in the past. 

Another trip out tomorrow, and maybe have some time to make a start on the plans. The plans made to adjust the overdue complexity here in a room. A mish mash of muddle from the forgotten items back into a home. Another home cleared and those little bits like photos and family history documentation. A sewing table too that was in residence of home for seniors, to make it more homely. This I remember was in the front room of my mother in laws Mums front room in her home in Dartford... 

It will now soon be in a front room of a great grand kid. 

And the stuff chucked from spreading out and had to dash to be at many a bedside of Dad in a season into season of non stop interwoven time in clearing my home, another home and being at the bedside. And chasing up the promised gas boiler upgrade. And continuity of much else still to this day ... a slap in the face! 

And my own tattered routines in restoration in all that muddling mishaps.. I had no time to myself to think clearly, let alone adjust to much in that early time.