Stolen Bike

Saturday was not a good day. It started with a broken bottle. I’d ordered a replacement bottle of vanilla syrup, a little bit of decadence for my weekend coffee, but it arrived shattered and oozing syrup everywhere. Not a great start to the day. I tidied it up, washed down the other items that were…Continue reading Stolen Bike

IKEA life

The first few nights were the hardest. I guess it was fear of the unknown and being in such an alien, yet oddly familiar, environment. I soon learned the schedules the building ran too, when the generators would kick in, the ticking of the heating system as the pipes warmed in the morning, the slow…Continue reading IKEA life