I’ve moved into a new house, hurrah! When I say “new house”, that seems to imply that there was an old one. There were a few flats, but never a house. I’ve never had stairs or a garden before. I’ve never used a lawnmower. I’ve been advised about when to use a strimmer, it means nothing to me. I’ve got three bedrooms. I don’t know what’s going on. At this rate people who don’t know me might think that I’m middle-class.
I’m filling a house with unread books and unwatched DVDs. There’s something quite sad about that. There’s hours upon hours of entertainment there that I might never get round to watching/reading. But at least they’ll look nice on the shelf.