Things! I! Loved! Lately!

life updates, etc

Hello, beloved friends.

Once again, we are here.

The kitchen is unpacked; the books are all in storage; the clothes are all in their bags. But the kitchen is unpacked, and there are small green shoots coming up through the earth in the garden. Sun through the French windows. Which, if you’re playing along at home, is Ella Risbridger Bingo. Or at least, Ella Risbridger Moves House Bingo.

It’s weird that this is the third, maybe fourth, house move I’ve documented on this newsletter. It’s weird that the cat is going to be five in a month and this is his seventh home. It’s weird that I feel the same every time: like I will never get over it, never stop missing the last place, and then as soon as we’re gone it’s like the old place was a dream I had once. For an extremely nostalgic person, I transplant better than might otherwise be expected. Maybe I’ve just got used to it? Maybe this move is easier than some because we’re back in South East London and this morning I bought seeded sourdough and six Cacklebean eggs from my favourite café and walked home through the graveyard. (Bingo! Bingo! Bingo! Listen: I love what I love.)

I said hi to all the graves I missed. Trampled by runaway horse guy! Last daughter of the last steam fair! Infant son of the Boston wheat kings! Enid Blyton’s little cousin!

One thing I didn’t like about Brighton was that I never really got acquainted with any great graveyards, though they must exist, no? Someone at my ceramics class was telling us that she had started a new volunteering effort at a scheme where you adopt a grave, and go and find out about who was buried there, and tend it nicely in old cemeteries, and I thought this is made for me, I must do this, but then once again our landlords sold the house and so we were spinning out and gone before I could investigate.