Urgh, universe. Why do you test me so much? Until yesterday, the plan was to leave London on Thursday, head to France for a wedding, stay in the South until the beginning of July and go to Stockholm after that. Today, it turned out that I might not be able to get into the house […]
There is a German catchphrase for times in which nothing goes to plan: “Es ist der Wurm drin.” The worm indeed does appear to be in it. Somehow, I feel like I am carrying a gigantic post-it note on my back that invites the universe to kick my arse. The sale of our flat here […]
I have been asked how living at the new place was and how I liked the house. Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the smell of the new house. It smells English.
That’s it then. The lorries arrived this morning (yes, there were two of them). And they took everything with them, apart from our beds, little L’s favourite teddies and her potty.
So. Where are we? Three months after accepting an offer on our house, we are still in Islington. We still have not exchanged. We have pulled a lot of hair – very much to the dismay of Big M who didn’t have a lot of hair to begin with. We got in a few silly […]