So here I am, sitting in my new home. Finally all moved and settled. My two bedrooms, two sunrooms, separate lounge/ dining....and me. The house is dark, it's raining softly outside. I don't quite know what to cook for dinner. I've made myself dinner since I was 13, but it usually consisted of bread, cheese and a toasted sandwhich maker. Now that I'm all grown up I feel as though I should learn recipes for real meals. That somehow, between work 4 days a week and art 5 days a week, I should have time to prepare food and pay bills and clean a whole house (which surprisingly is so much cleaner than my bedroom has ever been). .......... ............. ............... But god it's good to walk around naked.
