Rollmöpse, things past, wish I could Ctrl+F books to find it again
1. The rollmops – pickled herring – are perfect: neither too fishy or too vinegary, just sweet and tangy. 2. I sit on the steps up to the door of our old house and pull grass seeds and sticky buds from the dog’s ears, tail and feathering. I feel nostalgic for all the time I [...]
3BT – once our own, the afternoon’s colours, nightmare-inducing
1. It’s still early for Armley and the woods are our own again. I tell Lily about the adventures the cats got up to when they lived here. It feels like a million years ago now. I thought I’d never been able to let it go but it’s been surprisingly easy. 2. The dusky pink [...]
3BT – white world, worry, tell-tale signs
1. We wake up to a world even whiter than before. Even the tiniest branches are covered with inches of snow. It looks so cold but under our giant duvet together, we’re blissfully warm. 2. I’ve been worrying about the old house for a couple of days – we hadn’t been back to check on [...]
The doorstep, she is popular today
They will get confused when there is more than one way in and out of the house. We will trip over them less.
Summer in Armley, part two
(As originally posted on my Twitter thingy.) louisa_ “enjoyed” a modern day re-enactment of Romeo & Juliet last night between two drunk, repugnant neighbours. ROMEO: That rock through yonder window breaks. It is my house and Juliet has locked the door. Arise, fair Armley, and kill the ugly bitch. Who is already sick and pale [...]
Carbon’s Street
(It really is his street, check out the reverse view of this picture on Google Maps – he’s sat in front of the car.)