It’s tempting to say that this year has been a write-off, a total horror-show, my own annus horribilis. And honestly, the last few months have been patchy at best. But if nothing else, I’ve at least gained some wisdom this year. Whether I’ll put it to good use is another matter entirely – but ANYWAY,… Continue reading Is it over yet?
Oh, you knew it was coming. To me, it always sounded like a horror story. The couple who got together in their early twenties, made it work through shitty first jobs, slightly-less-shitty second jobs and gruesome houseshares, finally moving in together and starting to cobble together what looked like a reasonably adult life. Only to… Continue reading Going solo
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