The hammering is continuous. Hitting the concrete with a hammer makes a loud noise.

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The rat ran into the living room. The living room may, or may not, contain a rat.

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He sold a town to build a house. A fine house was built.

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He planted a garden. A garden was planted.

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There is a photograph. A photograph is all there is.

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The builder is scratching the concrete. The concrete is being scratched.

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“Famine is the characteristic of some people not having enough food to eat. It is not the characteristic of there not being enough food to eat.” Amartya Sen.

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I just loved you.

I don’t understand grammar, not in a way I can say in words. I can write in a way that is probably correct, but being understood is another country. So I write about gardening. So I plant a garden.

I said the other day, to someone who doesn’t know my politics, I’m practically a Marxist. I don’t know what I meant.

I am trying to be me. I am trying to have an understanding of the world as it exists today. I have an affinity with people like Michael Foot, Tony Benn, Jeremy Corbyn, Zac Polanski. I’m looking for a home. I’ve discovered Novara Media and I’d quite like to live there. I’ve discovered Equator and I’m curious.

I’ve been sitting for some minutes with my hand over my mouth staring at the screen. I will publish this as a blog, the story so far. The picture is our new kitchen right now. It reflects the state of the inside of my head. I am beginning to understand why I’m a gardener. The easy option!