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A little bit like Keith

I'm a bit early.

Like Keith I'm alone in the car outside a significant building, recording my thoughts. (I don't have a video camera; this blog will have to do.)

The building's the house Emma and I are trying to buy. It's taking a lot longer than we thought.

For the first time I've noticed the street-light at the front of the house. I'm trying to work out whether it casts any light into the bedroom. I'm watching the traffic, gauging its noise, hoping it quietens down.

I'm wondering: will I cycle to work? Will the walk to the shops become a drag? Where do the buses go?

And I'm imagining: the good and the bad, the chapters and choices, the stories we'll write from those rooms.