Here we are in London, for a day spent unpacking, tidying and chatting with the GF’s mother. The house has seen certain improvement, including a new stove and an upstairs toilet that is not a relic from the fifties with a wooden seat and a chain that, when pulled, would cause the entire house to shake. Otherwise it’s still the beautiful but slowly crumbling place stuffed full of a lifetime of beautiful and well-loved things.
I went for a stroll to Hampstead with the GF’s mother to get some supplies for lunch (presciently, I insisted on soup) and popped into the chemist to get some Doublebase cream, which is a true miracle worker for eczema. Hopefully it’ll do the trick.