Open House
Sep. 23rd, 2025 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squirmeliaI enjoy the randomness of Open House.
One minute I'm eating rhubarb cake in a neighbour's self build and looking at old photos of how my street used to look, and the next I'm by the river and amongst boats, tapping my feet as people sing sea shanties, and climbing down a ladder on a sailing barge, and then I'm learning about how to become lord mayor and how they clean the chandeliers, then I'm listening to birds chirping amongst piles of rubbish, and then I'm watching kinetic sculptures in the rain and there's a dolphin riding a penny farthing, and then I'm on the helm of a Victorian steam ship pretending to steer it, and then I'm standing next to bags of coffee and holding a handful of coffee beans that have yet to be roasted, and then I'm standing next to "Thumbelina", a machine used for distilling gin, and then I'm peering at manhole covers and staring at stone carvings of telephones.
One minute I'm eating rhubarb cake in a neighbour's self build and looking at old photos of how my street used to look, and the next I'm by the river and amongst boats, tapping my feet as people sing sea shanties, and climbing down a ladder on a sailing barge, and then I'm learning about how to become lord mayor and how they clean the chandeliers, then I'm listening to birds chirping amongst piles of rubbish, and then I'm watching kinetic sculptures in the rain and there's a dolphin riding a penny farthing, and then I'm on the helm of a Victorian steam ship pretending to steer it, and then I'm standing next to bags of coffee and holding a handful of coffee beans that have yet to be roasted, and then I'm standing next to "Thumbelina", a machine used for distilling gin, and then I'm peering at manhole covers and staring at stone carvings of telephones.