I don’t let women into my apartment; the garret is too private for that

A little while ago I posted a picture of Marmaduke in the apartment I call ‘the garret’ ~ it’s about 100 yards from the sea, and it’s where I call home.  Some people were kind enough to say that my place looks nice, so I thought I’d show you some more of where Marmaduke and I hang out.  We have a rule; Rule #2 nobody is allowed in the garret ~ I would never bring a woman back here.

Quite often we turn off everything electronic, switch off the TV, turn out the lights, and relax in the silence of flickering candlelight. There may be little silence within me right now, but I have discovered a calmness and quiet peace in the garret, a safe haven from both the outside world and mine own demons.  All I need to do is sit in my favourite chair, light a few scented candles, and turn everything off.  I turn out the lights, switch off the TV, turn off my computers, and shut down my raging thoughts and extreme emotions ~ and what I have left is silence.  Almost darkness relieved by the flickering candlelight.  And then there is some measure of quiet in my mind.  For that time I can feel calm, happy, warm, friendly and loving towards others, and at peace with myself.

In those moments of inner silence there is no stress, no lust, anger, jealousy, paranoia, resentment, no anxieties or depression.  I can allow myself, my being, my heart and my soul to drift whither it will.

When I bought the garret, the kitchen was dark and dingy, with black marble counter-tops and dark wood cupboards.  So, I ripped that out and installed / built what you see here.  I never use plumbers, electricians, or any other kind of contractor.  I think that 99.9% of contractors are crap, they do a shoddy job and charge a fortune for doing it.  I do everything myself, I even built a lot of the furniture in here.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

computer and record player

Marmaduke and I listen to some cool music