Tim Dowling: a trip to the dump brings up painful memories
I owned and loved my architect’s drawing board for 30 years – until my wife paid someone to take it away without my knowledge. A monstrous betrayalIt is Saturday, and my wife wants me to walk the dog before we go to the dump, which strikes me as a lot. I would prefer to combine the dog walk and dump trip into a single excursion. I make a fuss about this, and prevail.The purpose of the dump visit – by appointment only – is to get rid of an old wooden desk that has been rotting under a tarpaulin in the garden for two years. Looking at its mouldy green surface, I am reminded of the architect’s drawing board that I owned and loved for 30 years, the drawing board that was also exiled out here for a time after we moved, until my wife finally paid someone to take it away without my knowledge – a monstrous betrayal. Continue reading...
I owned and loved my architect’s drawing board for 30 years – until my wife paid someone to take it away without my knowledge. A monstrous betrayal
It is Saturday, and my wife wants me to walk the dog before we go to the dump, which strikes me as a lot. I would prefer to combine the dog walk and dump trip into a single excursion. I make a fuss about this, and prevail.
The purpose of the dump visit – by appointment only – is to get rid of an old wooden desk that has been rotting under a tarpaulin in the garden for two years. Looking at its mouldy green surface, I am reminded of the architect’s drawing board that I owned and loved for 30 years, the drawing board that was also exiled out here for a time after we moved, until my wife finally paid someone to take it away without my knowledge – a monstrous betrayal. Continue reading...
