And now, on not staying put at all.
During the summer, I told you all about how I was sick of estate agents and not finding the right place to live and all assorted grumpiness, including some very sore feet.
I take it all back.
Pending approval of our references, we have a new place to move into in less than a month. In a neighbourhood we love. With grass we don’t have to cut (our place is a flat but we will be mere feet away from two giant parks), birds who will be ecstatic about our stale bread (seriously, can two people ever finish a loaf of bread before it goes funny, or is it just us with this problem?) and deer who make me calm when I am anything but. But also? In London.
Goodbye suburbia.
We were so excited that we had to try out the cupcakes in what will be our closest coffee shop. Obviously.
xlovesx
PS: UK crafty girls—have you seen this on the newsstand yet? So pretty and so much fun. They let me play with lots of Christmas ribbons and a sewing machine, and you should too!
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