We are now installed in the Wapping flat, boxes slowly being unpacked, bubble wrap slowly discarded. Alas we won’t have internet until oh, say, the next millennium, so my missives will be few and far between. But the adventures reign unabated, starting with one that happened while I was still at my friend’s house in … Continue reading
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On Not Being a Felon
As you already know I’m currently a little wandering nomad, flitting hither and thither until I can roost permanently in my new home in Wapping. I went away for a few days to Stratford-upon-Avon (expect some moony-eyed lyrical blogs about the beauty of the countryside &c, shortly). Following this I made my way to my … Continue reading
The Moving-House Blues
On my own I managed to shove, jostle, slide, and cajole all my boxes from my 3rd floor apartment down to the ground floor, where the neighbor allowed me to use her beauty studio to store things for the movers to pick up the next day. Though exhausted I was proud that I managed to … Continue reading
Wandering Nomad
With all the stuff taken off the walls, my room is echoing unnaturally. There are boxes and boxes and so many boxes in the living room. The fridge is empty and the cupboard is bare. In every move there is a point where the house no longer feels like your place even though you’re still … Continue reading
Up Sticks and Shift (to Wapping)
As previously mentioned, I will shortly be leaving my charming Fitzrovia abode for new pastures. At time of last writing I didn’t know to which new perch I would be flitting, but now I can say that I shall be moving to Wapping. The sum total of my knowledge about Wapping prior to viewing a … Continue reading
Moving On
Alas and alack, the lovely Fitzrovia adventure will shortly come to an end. Our landlord has decided to do up the flat and then do up the rent, so very soon we must up sticks and shift. I’ve been very sad about this because the Fitzrovian garret adventure has been just sublime, but I can’t … Continue reading
Mr Fix-It
So now I’m all moved in to my new flat here in London. As we covered in my last column, moving out is always a process. Moving in also comes with its share of trials, tribulations, and adjustments. Basically the second I moved in I began demanding that my poor long-suffering flatmate began fixing everything. … Continue reading
London on my Doorstep
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 For once my absence hasn’t been due to lack of interesting times or things to post about, but rather I’ve been so flat-out busy getting settled in my new flat. First things first: Naked Guy is now Guy Who Always Pulls the Shades Down … Continue reading
Caitie’s New Neighbor: the Naked Chef
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 Moving is always such a chore. I should know. I’ve moved six times in the past two years. This time wasn’t so bad…I only hit my head on a low overhang three times and dropped something on the mover once. read more Continue reading
My Little Tour of Devon
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 I’ve been having a grand time saying goodbye to the county I’ve called home for the last four years. My landlady took me to Topsham and Budleigh Salterton a few days ago. I didn’t realize the coastal cliffs along there and parts of Exmouth … Continue reading
In a Merry Hour: Caitlin E McDonald 