When Jul came over to bake 2 Sundays ago, she said our flat looked really quite lived in. Big & I take that as a compliment. A home is not a home if it looks like a showflat.Over the weekend (it was longer one for us as we were on leave Friday), we bought a couple more essentials, cooked 2 meals at the flat (not including breakfast), put up a clock, a small shelf and used the washing machine. We also ordered the shoe rack and a seat, and argued over whether Spooky should be confined when she's alone in the house next year.
At the sam
e time, we seem to be embarking on some kind of personal mission to add little odds & ends to the place. It reminds me (rather embarrassingly) of what my ex-boss Charlene once said about how her shoe, bags & clothes collection grew & grew & grew when she moved to her new flat becos she had her own space, & there was no one to complain about her taking too much space. Oops.
e time, we seem to be embarking on some kind of personal mission to add little odds & ends to the place. It reminds me (rather embarrassingly) of what my ex-boss Charlene once said about how her shoe, bags & clothes collection grew & grew & grew when she moved to her new flat becos she had her own space, & there was no one to complain about her taking too much space. Oops. 
There is a small grass patch in front of the block. Directly under our window. It's next to the playground, and belongs to the nursery downstairs. We've also seen senior citizens playing croquet (yes - croquet - so very Brit!) there. Last Sunday, two uncles were hanging out there. In the rain.

The 'bots moved in even before we did. Shows who's the priority here, doesn't it?
