Things I don't want to smash with a hammer:

moody light through this window,

this star,

this Amsterdam Canal House pot with newly-planted dill,

these pictures,

and my bedside table, piled high with books, and fresh flowers,

Remember my tale of suburban woe? In which our heroine is oppressed by the mind-numbing futility of housework, struggles bravely and ultimately triumphs over mediocrity? Oh thaaaat tale of suburban woe, you say.....

I thought I should begin it with an incomplete list of things I do not want to smash with a hammer. Accentuating the positive, as it were. The next chapter may be quite a horror show. Prepare yourself.