A Moregeous lesson in decorators caulking

Just like a Wild West cowboy with a fast and lethal trigger finger, in the world of Moregeous, my caulking finger is a skilled, faithful and unsurpassed weapon in my armoury of decorating. Well, it was until Granuloma Annulare attacked, hence the lumpy bumpy never-make-it-to-a-hand-cream-commercial digit you see in the pictures. But it still has... Continue Reading →

Poor Rose Cottage gets a PPG15

Someone just told me it was Sunday, which means a whole weekend has gone by without me even noticing. Stuck in this bloody office for two days. I did escape to yoga today for an hour, and yesterday to watch an Almodovar on dvd I've had since Christmas and not watched, but 3hrs does not... Continue Reading →

Playing mum to new rave tenants

Played mum again today; email from a T throwing toys out of the pram saying that for the last week and a half the music from either up, down or sideways stairs has been rave pumpin all night, and she's a YP, and has to work, etc etc, totally fair enough. Knew instantly who it... Continue Reading →

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