The other day a Wonderful Thing happened with my flat. If you’ve been following the Flat Saga, you will know that Wonderful Things are not often forthcoming around here, so when they do happen I get Very Excited.
Now I’m going to stop using Gratuitous Capitals and start happy-screaming.
And breathe. OK, coherent writing. You’re a writer, scar, remember?
Right. Yes. Here’s what happened last weekend. Read more
I’ve been renovating my flat since I moved in four years ago. It’s not even nearly finished. It’s exhausting and exciting and all sorts of other words I can’t currently think of because my brain’s so focused on waiting for an email from the builder who came over earlier today, made a sucking noise through his teeth and gave me such a long list of things which need to happen that I can only remember about 50% of them.
I am back from travelling, finally. I have my house to myself, finally. There is no one staying with me, there are no builders building things in my flat, and I am not somewhere else.
It’s good to be back.