Ringing out midnight
Today marks the beginning of our third year in this house. To celebrate, I stuff a squash and share a market haul which contains a surprise cat.
Two years ago today, we left Lola’s house in Finsbury Park before the crack of dawn. We’d sold our house a few weeks before, so we were relying on the kindness of friends to house us during our last days as Londoners.
In darkness, we loaded the car with the cat, the dogs and our suitcases, and carefully hooked up t…
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