The flat that made me

I don’t believe in ghosts, but I like to imagine that we leave something of ourselves in every place that’s meaningful to us. That something of us bleeds into the walls and floors of treasured spaces, invisible streaks of joy and laughter and tears soaked into brick and wood. I like to imagine our ghost-selves… Continue reading The flat that made me

Beer and cheese: on moving in together

I finally have my own kitchen, cluttered and temporary though it may be. So Drummer Boy and I have sort of moved in together. Not properly – we’re looking after his grandparents’ house (as they are sadly both in a care home now) while decisions are made about what becomes of the property. The house… Continue reading Beer and cheese: on moving in together