There are some mistakes in life you only make once or, if you’re particularly foolhardy, twice. Not backing up your three-quarters-written university assignment and then waking up on the morning you’re due to go home for Easter to find your laptop screen informing you “hard disk does not exist”. Not dashing for a post-sex wee… Continue reading A rude awakening
Category: houses
Home
We moved again, right before Christmas and ten days after writing off the car – we’re good at planning things. So for the next six months at least, home is on the fourth floor of an Art Deco building on the seafront. You open the front door of the block and you’re staring at the… Continue reading Home
Other people’s houses
I can’t tell you how much I want to live in a converted barn. One day I will. One day. A little slice of whimsy… There is one advantage to being a panic-stricken cowardy custard who can’t bear the idea of driving (hurtling around in a metal box, dodging other hurtling metal boxes? Do… Continue reading Other people’s houses
Inbetween Girl 