I found a calendar in the littler („Dreamboys 2013“ if you have to know) and wanted to put it on the wall. As I had no nail, I went to my workplace’s workshop to get one.
It smelled like oil and wood and metal and dust and freshly cut grass.
I moved and tools touched my wrists and thighs.
There was a great calm in all of this muddle and I felt reassurance that every piece was where it was meant to be.