i have lived in this house since i was 5. before that, we only lived next door, so i have a very strong sense of where home is. as of tuesday though, my mum will be moving to our neighbouring village, and ‘home’ will take on an entirely different form. not least because the buyers of my house will be knocking it down.
this house holds so many memories for me, the garden contains the buried bodies of countless pets and the walls contain more secrets than you could shake a stick at. i know which floorboards to step on to get to/from the fridge in the wee hours without making a sound. i know all of the winning hide & seek spots, all of the sun traps, and exactly where to put buckets when it rains to catch the drops that fall through the roof. i know where the scissors are to trim the ivy as it starts to grow through the plug sockets and floorboards, and where in the garden polly has buried her favourite bones. i know every tree like the back of my hand, and could show you which branches to step on to climb them the quickest way possible. i will miss looking out my bedroom window in the springtime and watching the squirrels brazenly throwing nutshells down at my cats to scare them, and the family of blackbirds who chase the cats through the catflap into the conservatory. i won’t miss the lack of central heating/hot water though, and i look forward to my mum being able to have both of these things on a daily basis. what a luxury!
goodbye, garden croft, and thanks for all the memories.
it’s all over, as of monday night. i don’t want it to end!
this is sveta bout, and she just premiered her video for ‘dame’ over at out magazine. you should check it out, because she’s wonderful, and destined for big things.
a morning of tea drinking and writing my mum’s change of address cards for her. within the next week, she’ll be moving from the village i’ve lived in all my life, to one a few miles away. i’m back here for a couple of days - it’s so strange to think that the next time i come home, i’ll be driving to a different house.
thank you nestle, for bringing these back into my life.
i ate at carluccio’s in richmond last night (for the first time) with ema, hannah, toni and vermz. the food was average, but the service was some of the best i’ve ever received. i even tipped, and i’m an awful tipper (sorry, world).
happy birthday ema!
true romance is my favourite film in the universe.
as previously mentioned, bug eyes and i met craig thompson at a signing at gosh! this past saturday afternoon. then last night, comica hosted craig in conversation with marcel theroux. there was a 30 minute presentation about the development of habibi as well, which was staggering to see. i know i’ve raved about habibi many times before, but the level of detail and amount of research that went into that book is utterly mindboggling. you definitely need to check it out if you haven’t already.
craig himself was a total gent, and i enjoyed much portland appreciation conversation with him. all in all, a sterling couple of days!
in this week’s episode of american horror story, number 10, something took me completely by surprise and i can’t stop thinking about it. LOVE this show.
