Breakfast, wished for by daughter, made by W, was apple turnovers, eaten together. W hardly looked at me.
One interesting twist to all this is that the cellar here could be lived in, with its small separate apartment (this is great for visitors). We could sell the house, or maybe my W just her half, and I could stay in the cellar. Another family could stay in the two upper stories, of which I could still own half.
Out to pick apples now.
L
M58, xW54 S22, D18 M 1984, D 2016 Living a new life.
