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
A place name, plucked from the air during an argument about our future – “what about Brighton?” “Brighton could be an option! I can get the train back to work – for now at least – and there’s bound to be more going on, musically, for you.” And so here we are. DB took charge… Continue reading Landed.
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