With not one, but two cosy reading spots

Dear reader,

Like Manny to Bernard, like Harry to Godric’s Hollow, like the Doctor to the TARDIS, I have returned to London! Well, Greater London, but it’s got cracking connections to Victoria and St Pancras. The rest of August was a tad hellish, but I survived, failed my fourth driving test, exchanged contracts, packed, held a house-cooling party where everyone turned up at six on the dot (Normal for Norfolk…), packed, watched a lot of Gilmore Girls, packed and eventually headed down to London to stay with friends a couple of days before moving day. And then I became a homeowner, which is a very lucky and mildly unnerving situation to be in. If I want to, dear reader, I can do things to the place. I can take my time to work out what colour I want to paint the kitchen. I can fill the patios with pots of garlic and gro-bags of potatoes and a few token geraniums. It’s all rather marvellous, really, and couldn’t come too soon.

Currently I’m still in the process of sorting things out. The front room is unpacked, liveable and I’m even writing this sat at my desk, which is no longer covered in boxes. Still, there are more boxes that need unpacking and some things that won’t be dealt with until the end of this month. But that’s ok. I’m settling in and it’s started to feel like home, especially after I’ve baked several cakes and had some excellent people over.

Barney has settled in nicely, too – he was brought down from Norfolk a week after I’d moved in, so I had time to make it as nice and homely for him as possible. I had intended to keep him indoors until tomorrow, to make it two weeks, but after eleven days, an unfortunate incident with a cat harness and hours of increasingly mournful meowing, I decided to let him out in the afternoon, after I got back from registering with the local GP. He decided to clamber out of a window and sit outside for a bit, before wandering back in, telling me about the things he’d seen, then wandering out again, only nip back and tell me that the back patio smells very strongly of squirrel. I’m still a bit nervous about letting him out, given the difference between here and rural Norfolk, so every time he comes back after exploring I quote Brief Encounter at him.

Not much else is happening at the moment – unpacking, catching up with friends and general settling in have been taking up much of my time – but stay tuned for exciting developments, also known as ‘things relating to that writing lark what that I do’. Join me in some cake, dear reader (the one below is orange and cardamom), and lift your favourite beverage to the fact that I am back in London, I am happy, and my life has restarted after almost two years in the wilderness.

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Failures and successes

Dear reader… whoops. To paraphrase a French penpal I once had, I fell in a puddle and off the blogosphere for a bit. Stuff, Bad Things, Pernickety Bits and Pieces, plus three weeks of home-hunting which felt more like three years. It’s aged me, dear reader. Anyway! I’m still alive and still have matching socks on (a sure sign of sanity).

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DH Lawrence in Mexico

Dear reader, it’s been a good week. It’s been a week for reflection and motivation and healing of the soul, as well as the body, and waking up to a small whistling noise and the realisation that the cat had farted directly into my ear. This post has a little seriousness in it, because today is Mother’s Day in the UK and I wanted to share my thoughts on that. Don’t worry, though – there are also some delightful Barney photos to prevent us all falling into the brown bin of introspection.

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“Did you want a talkative cat?”

Dear reader, it’s been a week of surprises – the main one being that I’m going into hospital for some long-anticipated surgery tomorrow. I only got the call on Thursday so it’s all been a bit of a rush (and a confusion – trying to navigate around various appointments without any paperwork was a bit difficult on Friday). I have also done plenty of driving, both in-lesson and practice (the Dereham road is terrible). I’m a little nervous about tomorrow, and tired from cleaning and tidying so that I don’t have to worry about any household chores next week while I’m recovering, so here, rather appropriately, is the story of Barney, as this coming Tuesday marks his adoption day. Awww.

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It whispered of treasure troves and three fashionable things to do with seaweed

Dear reader, it’s been a mostly-good week. The shadow of not having had the exciting news I’d hoped I would has slightly cast itself over the last seven days, but fear not! I shall have this news, and it shall be excellent, and we shall all rejoice, or at least I will. In the meantime, I’ve been up to the usual, plus a bit extra.

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Sometimes he jumps on my head

Dear reader, happy new year! I believe my 2016 will be full of good and excellent things, as well as some excellent cake.  I spent my New Year’s Eve on my sofa, Skyping in to a party in London – this was a lot of fun and made up for the fact I couldn’t get down to London thanks to the local cold.

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