This time last year my house looked like this. Today I find myself doing yoga on my warm concrete floor and, from a downward dog, considering the fluff under the new sofa. Did I marvel at the progress and ponder the nature of patience? Nope, I wondered whether or not a robot vacuum cleaner […]
It’s one of those nights – full moon dazzling brighter than daylit drizzle. Shine on the roof makes the new house look even more like the setting of a Scandi thriller. You know. The bit where the family are innocently sitting round in their jumpers amiably discussing opera just before something really horrible happens… Nothing […]
Well, we’re in. And I love it. The way the fire reflects in the floor… The view over the field… (ignoring the builders’ portaloo) The warmth… The feeling of landing…. Of course, there are boxes everywhere. And stuff inexplicable things that I can’t get rid of. But it’s home.