I’ve really missed blogging, and I’m delighted to be back now – hopefully not having forgotten all the details of every book unreviewed from the past few weeks. I’ve moved house, and I have the internet now. The world is mine oyster.
After living in house shares for the past ten years, always in houses of four people, it’s a fairly big change to start living on my own. Much as I have loved living with *draws deep breath, and alphabetises* Ben, Charley, Chris, Debs, Ellie, Hannah, Kieran, Kirsty, Laura, Liz, Lois, Mel, Melissa, Nick, Phil, Rachel, Rachel, Rebecca, and Tim, this is something I’ve wanted for ages.
Oxfordshire is a horror for house prices, and buying ‘on your own’ is rather a struggle for those of us on fairly ordinary salaries – particularly those of us who were students until we were 27. I’ve put ‘on your own’ in inverted commas, because my parents and the mortgage company have contributed the lion’s share to my flat purchase – but it has happened, and the paperwork will tell you that I own a beautiful little flat in a tiny village about half an hour west of Oxford.
I’ve been there for a fortnight, but could only get an appointment for TV and Internet on Saturday – and all my books came up from Somerset on Friday. I spent about twelve hours yesterday unboxing and shelving books – including an emergency dash to buy another bookcase before Argos closed. It’s still not finished, but the whole place is coming together. It felt lovely before that, but a room without books can’t really be my room – now it certainly feels like home. I feel very lucky.
I’ll probably do a bit of a tour once it’s finally done and dusted, or you can see some progress photos if you follow me on Instagram. (Oh, and for those who’ve asked – I’ve decided not to recap Great British Bake Off anymore. Now I’ve got TV, I have watched the first episode, and it was… fine. It felt like a school reunion where none of the people you liked best had turned up.)