I guess a lot of people have spent more time than usual in their own crib this year. I have worked more hours than usual, so I have been grateful to come home to my little crub and crash.
It struck me that I have a very pleasant space here. These photos are from Pixabay, they are not my house. But I chose them because they are so similar. I have a light gray sofa and teal cushions. I have soft lighting. I have a white cabinet with wicker basket drawers. I have a teal ornamental vase.
I have Georgian windows and all the woodwork is pale cream. I have cream Venetian wooden blinds. This place is my little nest, but for one person it is a large space considering London rent. I have an open plan kitchen/dining/sitting area, which is tastefully furnished and comfortable.
I am hidden away behind two enormous locked gates which make the place feel safe. I have my own private little courtyard.
I have a little cloak room which houses a washing machine. A study with a desk and filing cabinet which is large enough to make it the room I do all my ironing.
The bathroom has a large bathtub and a large shower cubicle and has a modern feel to it. I like it. I appreciate an orderly bathroom.
But my favourite room is probably the bedroom. As well as sweet dreams, other lovely things have gone on in my bedroom. I have memories of Goldfinch. Now I have the honour of Jack being here.
Caramel’s crib is a sweet little nest which is comfortable, classy and easy to clean. I feel safe here…for now. I think one of the reasons why I have stayed here is I know it would be tough to find nicer accomodation at the rate I pay.
I don’t take anything for granted though. Anything may happen. The world is temperamental. My landlords might move. But while I am here., I am going to look after the place.
Caramel 