Curl up in a ball

I don't want to pack up my house. I'm sick of it. I want to curl up in a ball and curse the world instead. Don't worry, it's a passing phase. I'll be all sweetness and light once this shite fight is over. I am giddy 90% of the time, trust me. But right now,... Continue Reading →

How could I have missed this milestone?

HouseGoesHome celebrated it's 3rd birthday this week and I forgot. In my defence, I've been a little distracted. In a stressful but good way. I'm feeling really excited about moving house and moving on generally. A corner has definitely been turned. That's not to say I haven't felt deeply pissed off about packing up the... Continue Reading →

Invincible or loony?

It would seem I've replaced house-buying stress with hormonal viciousness. Oh the vile slurs I've been┬ásilently hurling at Husband as I pack up the whole freaking house ON MY OWN while HE'S ON A SKIING HOLIDAY. Goddamn him and his middle-aged dash from responsibility. Good riddance! Since watching Monty Python And The Holy Grail with... Continue Reading →

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