Our flat is the bottom two floors of a four-storey Victorian terraced house. It’s one of a dozen near-identical houses in a row, punctuated by an ugly red-brick council estate at one end and a semi-detached pair at the other. 1,981 more words
Tags » Emigrating
Hardest. Decision. Of. My. Life.
Surely it shouldn’t be, I’m moving to be with my soul mate? It did nearly break us. In the ‘early’ days, we know someone would have to give up everything they’ve ever known and make the 4000 mile journey across the pond. 777 more words
The most beautiful day of the week. Coffee, pancakes, sunshine and strolls. Two little fairies catching angel wishes as the sun beats down on them. Visiting busy diners for freshly squeezed orange juice, eggs sunny side up, streaky bacon, maple syrup and messy tables. 112 more words