the spooky hole

Other last-time-ever photo things included some shots of the garage, whose shelves still held the same boxes of leftover tiles they'd held since the bathroom was first retiled sometime in the mid-eighties. I'd been round to get wee films of things like the sound of the stairs and the squeaks of the doors and the ivy completely obscuring the house name on the front gateposts. I tried to get Amos sitting on the floor of this wee eaves-cupboard, but he wouldn't stay in focus for long enough. Some of the boxes he wouldn't sit next to would have been in this wee cupboard for almost the entire thirty-two years. When we first moved in, the only thing in the wee cupboardy bit was an old venetian blind, which seemed strange and fascinating until it was moved or chucked out because we'd never had one. I had offered to bring down the venetian blind from our loft in Edinburgh, left there by the previous owner, for my parents to leave behind after them, but it would have been tricky to bring down on the train. Instead they shall leave the light they installed, the paint someone decided the wall would benefit from and the odd bits of carpet. The next people will have to choose their own name for it.