New

I don't really like new. When people show me their new kitchens, I smile and nod but often prefer them the way they were. I like places with character is what I mean ('falling apart' is what the OH says). I was brought up in old houses and somehow I feel comfortable with things that … Continue reading New

The Last One

Me: How much can you see of me? Him: (looking through the camera) Waist and up Me: Any fat ripples? Him: Er, no... Me: I want the truth, OK? In most situations, I expect a lie. But with this, I want the truth Him: No, you're fine. Let's just get on with it Me: Do … Continue reading The Last One

Of losts and founds, friends and strangers…

I googled 'lost'. It said - 'that which has gone and cannot be recovered'. That makes sense, and would apply to these things: - my youth, my cool, my eye sight. When I was young and foolish, I once lost a pile of library books after leaving them in a public toilet and tried to … Continue reading Of losts and founds, friends and strangers…