It’s not the first time I’ve lived somewhere haunted. In the-flat-that-shall-not-be-named, two people died in it, to my knowledge. This place, I think, is equally haunted. This evening while hoovering, both a tractor fell off the TV unit and one of my My Little Pony went flying. Baby Bouncy, to be exact. Haunted. I’m still […]
Tag: #I’m not dramatic
Note to Self
It’s 3:19am. I’m downstairs, awake, with the cats and the dog. I’m reading The Exorcist. The last time I read it was seven years ago, at college, and I got some pretty interesting looks for it. Regardless, I’m near the end, only 30 pages away. So I’m camped out, determined to finish it. Except there’s […]
Fifth Time’s the Charm
It’s not really. This is the fifth time I’m moving house thanks to unforseen circumstances all round. I was saving my energy to take a trip to Glasgow, but it’s ended up all my energy has gone to moving. During a pandemic. And a lockdown. When people aren’t supposed to be out. I don’t do […]
My Little Obsession 