Tag: writing life

Hot on the heels of the house move from hell – or should that be *in* hell? – the poet’s first day back at work was a looooong drive south…

Wahey! We’re in! But, oh, what a long and horrid slog it was in the end. Nothing to do with the house move itself. Just the sheer amount of stuff…

We didn’t do a great deal at the weekend. Because we’d moved the garage fridge into the house and the house fridge into the garage the day before, we were…