It’s fun being in a proper family home. There are massive sofas! A TV! A dog! (Bentley, a lovely, fat Labrador.) And a dangerous amount of snacks, which is a novelty for someone used to living in flats where I only kept nail varnish in the fridge.
At night, my aunt and I crack open bottles of wine and chat in the kitchen until 2am.It’s good to be somewhere calm to sit and contend with house problems: emailing my solicitor who seems to go AWOL; booking workmen to tackle the damp and electrics; chasing updates from the estate agent about how work on the septic tank is progressing.I’m hoping, after the new tank is installed, we can finally exchange.
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