Not long ago I moved away from my friends in London to live with my boyfriend in a small town by the sea, in a cute little one floor cottage basically consisting of one room (with a ladder up to the boudoir).
I am 25 years old but I still thought I was a bit nuts moving away – I pretty much feel like I’m playing grown-ups and real life hasn’t actually started yet.
Anyway, this humble little abode has been good to us but has also been an emotional pressure cooker that has boiled over a number of times, sometimes to the point of ridiculousness.
In a bid to always have the last word in an argument, I have started this blog.
Not really, but since I have a bit more time on my hands these days I thought I’d put it to some use…