91. Switching on spring

91. Switching on spring

I don’t want to be one of those awful English people who move abroad and complain about the heat, but (she says, limbering up to complain about the heat) … it’s 30°C here today. Thirty degrees! In Bulgaria, spring often starts like the flicking of a switch and it’s...
90. Oh, ye compost bins of glory

90. Oh, ye compost bins of glory

Bow before the most majestic compost bins in all Bulgaria. Bow, I said. Why aren’t you bowing? Oh, fuck it, here they are:   Compost bins of glory.   Look, I know compost bins aren’t all that exciting, and I understand I may be pushing the envelope in terms...
89. We used to have a bedroom…

89. We used to have a bedroom…

…but now we have this.   Taking multi-functional living to new extremes   Which is, in its way, pleasing to look at. But it’s less pleasing when I get up for the loo in the middle of the night and have to inch my way along the bottom of the bed,...
88. February squared

88. February squared

I’ve been trying hard to blog more frequently in 2016. Like many resolutions, I did really well in January then fell off a cliff in February. Not updating the blog for five weeks is the writerly equivalent of sacking off the gym and eating a whole bag of doughnuts...
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