Home time

I love my home. I love getting home, making home, being home.
For a long time, I felt like I would best suit a transient lifestyle, never knowing where the wind would blow me, moving on whenever I got bored, being carefree and hectic, changing in public toilets (I blame 'Desperately Seeking Susan'- I was absolutely DESPERATE to carry my few items of clothing in a vintage hatbox, and emerge from the public bathrooms looking all eighties perm and lace glove-y)

But nothing beats for me now, the feeling of being home, of pottering, reorganising cupboards, cleaning, tidying, weeding the garden and keeping the kettle boiled for visitors.
It's heaven.

Lessons learned from movie marathons

This weekend was practically perfect in every way.
It involved these:

and a lot of cups of tea and four terrible low budget scary films.

Now, I LOVE scary films and my recent scare-a-thon has taught me some valuable life lessons.

1. If I am in the bathroom and I opened the mirrored cabinet above the sink, I will turn and look behind myself first before I shut the door again.

2. If I ever move into a new neighbourhood where everyone is very nice, I will take it as read they are part of a sinister cult and simply move straight out again.

3. If my lights inexplicably go out, I will go to a hotel until the morning when I will return with a very big light to go and turn the fuse back on.

4. If I hear a noise and then discover my cat trapped somewhere I will not be relieved and think that the noise was just the cat. IT NEVER IS.

5. Before moving into a new place, I will always spend the afternoon at my local library wearing glasses and doing a 'looking through the microfiche' montage to establish history of fires murders/ site of ancient mental institution / indian burial ground- this will save me time later.