Saturday morning: running with snot, headachy, feeble, in no fit state to do do anything but return to bed, I found myself dragging large pieces of furniture across a carpeted room. As I think I mentioned in my last London Notes post, returning to Moffat hasn’t been as depressing as I expected. In fact, it […]
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London Notes #6
I realised last night, as I semi-slept, that if I was going to get any real work done here I’d have to move out of the kitchen. I had settled myself quite happily there because I like kitchens and this one is so gloriously English middle class. It’s cosy and functional, and not even remotely […]
Shock of the New
We’ve had a rather dramatic few weeks, involving all this but not in as orderly a fashion. I’ll let you fill in the gaps left/created by the pictures* as I have a zillion emails to deal with, and several more boxes of books to file… The Mr. looks adoringly at his new grandson. […]
