Meanwhile, food continues to trickle in from the garden. There comes a point where, despite my best efforts, there are so very many things that need sorting that it’s tempting to disappear from my own life and resurface with a blissfully empty to-do list in a far-flung land… except that the logistics of doing so would involve organising and sorting-out, so for now this cute little fantasy must languish somewhere below getting the car serviced on my list of stuff. Meanwhile, at our local farm shop that the twinnage like to visit…īut I was supposed to be discussing to-do lists. Sometimes you just know, yes? A few visits either way have happened since then, and I think she’s beginning the slow process of forgiving me for wrecking her bathroom whilst she was briefly on sabbatical in the UK. Just how wrong can a knitter be? Many hours later – at about 3am if I recall – I finally left her flat, having discovered that (i) she’s thoroughly lovely, (ii) we have tonnes in common, and (iii) we’d be friends forever, even though she was due to move back home to Greece imminently. Oh! We hadn’t expected to see THIS on our walk, but how very cool, n’est pas?
#MY FIRST LOVE WAS A WICKED TWISTED ROAD HOW TO#
She notified me of the problem via a fierce letter, so I tiptoed downstairs to apologise and to arrange how to resolve the issue, mindful of the fact that I’d seen law texts in her window so she was probably pernickety and litigious and we’d doubtless detest each other on sight. Unbeknownst to me, a leak from my poorly-sealed bath was turning her bathroom on the floor below into a revolting mass of mould. It was 2001, I was living blissfully alone in a flat in north Oxford, studying/working for my doctorate. …That said, the defective sealant around the bath did lead to my first meeting with one of my dearest friends. Twin 2 spotted a green woodpecker, but it was flying too fast for me to have captured a photo. I wish I’d kicked back and savoured that moment a wee while longer before the tasks began piling up: attempt first smile, get potty-trained, replace the sealant around the bath… It really was quite a pretty walk. The last time I was fully up to date with the to-do list was pretty much at birth. For example, nobody threatens to withhold your only source of income if you don’t tidy your bedroom.* Also, CAKE FOR BREAKFAST, PEOPLE! I wanted to add a third item to this list, but I’m struggling to think of one, so instead I’ll show you a picture from today’s autumnal walk with the twinnage:-īut mostly, adulthood involves noticing stuff and guiltily muttering “Oh yeah, I must sort that out,” 712 times per day.
#MY FIRST LOVE WAS A WICKED TWISTED ROAD PLUS#
Being an adult has its plus sides, I suppose.
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