30 7 / 2014
Receipts that you’ve screwed up and tossed in the bin, magically reappearing on your dresser.
Flattened out as much as possible.
22 7 / 2014
Open the biscuit tin.
Eyes widen with delight- Cookies. The big chunky kind.
Take a bite.
Mum’s bought the bloody hazelnut kind. I hate nuts.
This would never have happened if I had my own place.
20 7 / 2014
Reason #30 why living at home pass the age of 25 isn’t ideal.
Saturday night, cocktails with the girls, mum prepares the biggest dinner she could possibly give me and pre drinking is replaced with offers of cups of tea.
It’s just too much…
17 7 / 2014
Currently reading ‘Attachments’ by Rainbow Rowell.
Pages 153-154. Just so honest and brutal. I had to reread them.
09 7 / 2014
Having a Doctor’s appointment and having every buggar in town, knowing that you have a Doctor’s appointment.
09 7 / 2014
"Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read YA: we’re never done coming of age."
04 7 / 2014
Mum has a friend over for coffee when I’m out at work.
Later that evening.
Mum: “Sheila loves that photo of Hannah and you. You’re holding the duck. You know, when you were little.”
Me: Yea, I know the one. You mean the one that’s in my room.
Mum: That’s the one. And she loves your cushions. And how you display your photos.
Me: Did you show her the whole of my bedroom, mum?
Mum: Umm, we went in your room yes.
Nothing is safe. No privacy. You have to love living at home at 25.