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Getting a bit philosophical
Let me tell you about a flat
I cried yesterday, big ugly tears. I cried as I sat on the couch in my new flat opening junk-mail. One might think it was the way that Virgin Media seems hell bent on killing trees by way of repetitious marketing letters that made me cry, but no. It was because I had just moved […]
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Things I have learned since moving into a studio flat
Never NEVER overcook broccoli. If you don’t know why I suggest you go into your kitchen now, boil broccoli for five minutes and then smell the rotten fart of Mordor. On smells, candles are great and will make your flat smell like a dream HOWEVER there are certain smells (bacon I’m looking at you) […]
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Getting a bit philosophical
The move
Apologies in advance for all the feelings in this one, thankfully you are reading this in electronic form otherwise you would see the tears on the page. I am writing this on the evening of moving into my new flat and I am overtired, hungry and cresting the rainbow of emotions about living by myself for […]
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On the move
I am currently sitting on the pillow sized bit of my bed that is not covered in stuff. Apparently I own four backpacks even though I have never knowingly purchased one. I also have precisely eight pairs of running shoes, EIGHT. I have not been to the gym this year, and the last time I […]
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