To live in ane smalle house, with out accoutrements and unnecessarie embellishment. Tis goode to do with out sofa nor easy chaires, to sitte on the lap of one’s beloved. Tis goode, when done with the dayes work, to retire to bed, for there be no where else to go in ane smalle house. Each may warm each other by the application of hands, touche of skin and even perchance mouthes, if blankets on the bed of one’s beloved be thin and thread bare. Lament not an empty bellie, for it is said ye who is hungry fuck-es the hardest.
From a fragment of manuscript found, sorry, founde in the local Abbey. Probably.
This week I am hand-correcting brochures, sealing plaster, laying floors and trying to balance my tea intake with enough physical labour that I don't go all freakyweirdy. Back soon with more stuff!