The Ladies Lounge is Open

The Ladies Lounge.

We visited the new house again yesterday and it made all the recent trials and tribulations worthwhile.

What trials and tribulations?

Well you may ask. But I refuse to live through them all again in print so let me sum it up thus: Bankers are Bastards. Nay, Bankers are Stupid Bastards Who Can’t Even Make Sure the Right Papers are Sent to be Signed When You Take Half a Day Off Work Because They Say They are Ready to Finalise EVERYTHING. But we’re getting it all fixed so, as I say, I refuse to dwell on the recent myriad acts of bastardry in print.

Back to the new house. And a warning, and an invitation.

We visited the current owners and they gave us some time alone (in which the Prof madly tape measured and I hastily took photos, because it seemed kinda icky to take photos of someone’s wardrobes while they were there) then came back and talked about their renovation and what all the cable points were for and how the air conditioning works and what colour paint was used on the walls – half-strength Dulux Milk Cup makes the perfect cream! – and all the time I kept thinking…

How can you live in a house on a big block of land with really close neighbours for SIX years and not plant a single thing in your garden?

I’m afraid (here’s the warning) I’m going to be quite obsessive about plants and landscaping and gardens and houses generally for quite some time, so I have set up The Ladies Lounge to take all this obsession to its own special place. I want to record all the different ideas I have for the house and garden and keep track of the changes and save up all my plant and outdoor links in one spot, and look back to see how different it all is, one day, from what I had originally planned!

I’ll still be here, but I’ll be there too. Isn’t the internet fun?