The last few weeks we’ve been in a bigger, nicer house than ours, looking after the place (and the dog). On Wednesday we have to go back to our much pokier, less fancy house.
And I can’t bloody wait.
There’s something about your own place – everything where you want it (or if you’re messy like me, at least you know where it should be, even if you can’t be bothered to put it there), that is very comforting.
Plus I’ve been contending with a very makeshift little music rig here, and I haven’t managed to get a lot of work done. Which is frustrating, because I finally had it set up nicely at home, then I had to pull it all apart and bring the guts of it elsewhere to set up on a dining table.
So bring on the Wednesday!
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