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Make Do And Mend
It would be all too easy to gloss over the hard, shitty parts and just write about what’s good, but life’s not like that, is it? And if I am to write an honest account about our life here and our projects, I need to address not just the positives, of which there are, i […]
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The Hippy, Hippy Shake
God, cow shit smells awful. It’s evening and I’m sat by the stove in the kitchen. Supper has been and gone, candles are lit and cast their glow on the windowsill. I have a mug of Earl Grey tea and Irishman has his PG Tips and after some bickering, the three dogs have finally sorted […]
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Newsflash
Hello, this is a public service announcement … Dear friends, last year Irishman and I were invited to appear on a British TV show called ‘A New Life In The Sun’. After it aired, several of my blogging friends in the US asked how they might be able to see it ( VPN is generally […]
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Twenty Paws
Well folks, those rose tinted spectacles of mine took a spectacular tumble the minute we opened the front door. My fantasy of The Red House stopped right there on the doorstep. All my dreams for a perfect first evening smashed in to a thousand tiny pink pieces. If the weather on this summer solstice night […]
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Out Of The Blue
It was early March and The Red House had been my obsession for four months. It was the last thing I thought about as I went to sleep, the first thing that I thought of each morning and in between I’d dream of it. My days were punctuated with visualisation, plans, scheming and dreaming. Everything […]
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Mistress Of Visualisation
Just like Colette, my very own Mr Willy, the Irishman, has banished me to the attic to get on with writing this post. He’s been badgering me to get on with my blog for the past two weeks but due to all manner of boring and annoying things, there’s not been time nor headspace to […]
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One For Sorrow, Two For Joy
We loved the Chinese Laundry hostel so much that we ended up staying an extra night. The piles of laundry and towels had begun to feel like home. We also went to see the other houses that I’d arranged for us to view. After The Red House, each viewing felt like we were having to […]
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Two Roads Diverged …
My response to Irishman’s ‘I could live here’ was played very carefully. Inside I was bursting with excitement. What had it taken to change his mind so quickly? He’s not one to bow to pressure so easily. I was expecting it to take at least a month to wear him down, to get him to […]
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