My neighbour, H, is making me a shelf. It started as an offer to put my coat hooks up. I told him the rack he was holding wasn’t for coats and we came to a strange sort of compromise where he agreed to build me a shelf which I could hang coats on. Over the […]
There’s a hole in my Alfa, dear Liza, a hole. Two holes if you want to be more accurate. A black one if you want to be facetious. *** There’s a hole in my bathroom, dear Liza, a hole. There is now anyway. Luckily. Until this evening it was so blocked up that there wasn’t […]
I’ve mostly slept on an airbed since moving into my flat. The first one died, despite the stars, and I replaced it with a second of the same sort. I love airbeds, especially the deep ones, but since winter arrived it’d started to get damp underneath and I really really don’t want the floor to […]
This morning I heard an ominous hissing…
I moved to Berlin in January. Most of my things moved in after me. Most of them still live in the boxes we moved them in. For the last few months my bookcase looked like this: No[t much] longer! First, the DB chose a good space for a bookcase. Then we measured it. Then I […]