Everything was as it used to be; living room, fire place, Rusty (her Jack Russell dog) nothing was amiss. Auntie Nellie was there this time, she lent me 4 x £1 coins out of her own money for going to Bingo.
But someone had been hard at work, renovating the place. If you go upstairs, the toilet is facing you. To your right are two doors: right hand side leads to front bedroom, left leads to back bedroom. But not this time.
You get to the top of the stairs this time and there's still a toilet door facing you, but immediately to your right is a BRAND NEW CONCRETE STAIRCASE with a door at the top on the left (i.e. not the same materials as that image but structurally the same) a staircase, in fact, transplanted from somewhere I used to live in Nottingham. This is that place's second staircase, 'rising to a higher level'.
Growing down the stairs (from under the door?) are bramble fronds. You shout to Auntie Nellie to, "Come and see this," freshly budding blackberries, tightly packed.
SIDE NOTE: at some point in the sharing of this new staircase dream-discovery, Auntie Nellie makes it to teh top of the original staircase and opens the door to the toilet. It's really weird because it opens OUT, nearly pushing me onto the brambled staircase. I know this is wrong, because the toilet door at 37 Elizabeth Road opens inward. But the door opens OUT with a really large bang or gust of glowing air. I apologise, profusely, when this happens, shouting, "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." like it was all my fault. Maybe it's time to apologise to her, in spirit. Maybe it's time (for me) to ascend this brambled (I take this to mean trecherous) staircase and see what's on the other side of that bramble-originating light-underlined door.
Might 'bear fruit'?
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