The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all.
F*ck it, Do it (and Write About It)
I have all the time in the world. Well, kind of. I’ve got just under two glorious weeks stretched out in front of me without a single plan. A blank diary, no entries apart from reminders of birthdays and a couple of tradie appointments to sort out the leaky shower. When I started writing thisContinue reading “All the time in the world”
One week in Reefton (four days since moving into the cottage) and I feel like I’m on holiday. I’m floating around feeling relaxed and chilled, wanting to (and doing) little more than pottering around and sitting in front of the fire with a glass of red and a book. Oh, and a bit of unpackingContinue reading “One week in.”
I stood in the background, looking nervously at the van. ‘It’s quite small, isn’t it?’ I said to Bruce. ‘Well, it is a bit smaller than I imagined.’ He looked at me. ‘I’m sure it will be fine though,’ he said, trying to reassure me. We spent what felt like 10 hours (it was aboutContinue reading “Moving Day”