19 8 / 2014
Living at home, you have to deal with absurdities that are your parents’s actions.
For example, Dad getting rid of Mum’s typewriter she had when she was 16. But without asking… And choosing to keep the case “incase it came in handy.”
Seriously. Come in handy for what? Another typewriter, ye?
09 8 / 2014
A reason for living at home at 25 doesn’t suck.
Tonight I come home and the bulb in my room has blown. I say to Dad, ‘don’t worry about it, we can change it in the morning.’ (Royal we, may I add.) ‘I still have my bed side lamp.’
But dad insists. He’ll change it now.
So he changes the bulb. Flicks the switch and Oh bloody hell. I see the biggest spider I’ve seen in a long while climbing up my bed.
If I’d lived on my own, bulb changing would have waited till the morning and I would have uninvited company in bed (for some of you, it wouldn’t be for the first time).
I’m thankful for living at home tonight. For the time being.
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.