If my inner self, my emotional life was a garden it would be riotous with colour. Chrysanthemums and peonies, scarlet poppies and tall henna flowers; fairy lights (or actual fairies!) between tree branches; the air would hum and shimmer with dragonflies and bees and nightfall in this garden would bring glittering, whispering things. Crickets and ( Read more... )

A few years ago my idea of a good weekend was something along the lines of maybe waking up around 11or so, enjoying a long snuggle or some leisurely morning sex before reading in bed or going out for brunch if I was feeling especially proactive. And if you had told me then that cooking and cleaning would ever feature in my idea of a rewarding ( Read more... )

When Z and I first began seeing each other, he would ring me up saying he just wanted to hear my voice. A little further into the relationship I would ring him to tell him that I loved him ( Read more... )

Z had a week off between leaving his old job and starting his new one so we spent a lot of time laying down wooden floors and painting walls in his old house before people move into it. In many ways it was gruelling and exhausting and in some ways it was fun - (like eating takeaway pizza on the bare newly-laid floor of a bare house, and dancing ( Read more... )

Living With Sagittarius - Part IIThe other day Z and I had a brief conversation about possibly officially living together from next year and what that would be like ( Read more... )

I can't believe I am about to say this, but after only three days off work with disease and injury I am growing bored of daytime telly. I feel like a woman who gets to move in with her idolised first crush only to discover that they're not all you thought them to be. It's a terrible letdown and I hope you never have to go through it ( Read more... )

I have done many interesting things last week, such as be ill and go to Paris for the weekend. Originally I considered myself too tired and too poor to do the latter, but Z put all his powers of persuasion to the test and caught me at tender moments when I was drowsy and benign from Lemsips and daytime telly ( Read more... )

Today, Z has left for France once more [his company is sending him on a two week training course in Versailles] and I'm doing my sentimental sun in Cancer and sitting here blubbing like A Big Girl. I'm temporarily living in his flat in New Barnet so that I can water the flowers and babysit the cat [efforts that shall be repaid handsomely on his ( Read more... )

Yesterday Z and I celebrated work paying him more money and maybe gettng a ginger and white kitten soon, so we went to Bodlean's [which I think should be the heart home of any self-respecing Serb] and ate MEAT, and then waddled around Soho to find somewhere outside and uncrowded where to have drinks ( Read more... )

Nowadays at night, it’s freezing outside; I keep a sliver of window open for the air, but the wind blasts through the single glazing. We sleep like it’s winter, in pyjamas, underneath a blanket and a duvet and two more blankets at the ready if it gets extra cold. We keep the blinds rolled down to help with insulation even though it means that lack ( Read more... )