Whilst this sounds like a clickbait-y title all about the gross shit I do whilst home alone, it’s really not that weird. I’m not sitting here post chewing my own toenails ready to share grim tales. (Although I did just check to see if I’d be flexible enough to do this should I so feel the desire. Turns out I can, so that’s a treat.)
This is more accurately, the things I do when Jonny is away with work and I’m home alone. He’s lucky enough to get to travel the world with his job which means I’m now pretty much down with my own little home alone routine.
Things I do differently that I wouldn’t do if he were here start with the sesame based binging. Jonny has a fairly severe sesame allergy so I make the most of gorging on humous and Chinese food whilst there’s no risk of killing him with a kiss!
Another thing I do differently is to sleep in my wedding and engagement rings. Normally they get taken off at bedtime for fear of scratching my own face whilst snoozing but I keep them on when home alone in a stupid fear that if I need to get out of the house in the middle of the night for any reason it’s one less thing to remember!
We’ve got 2 doors leading into our house. One is the original, the other is a second one built in front (I’m not really sure why as it doesn’t create a porch or anything useful, merely a space where I often get entangled trying to manoeuvre out of the house laden with school stuff whilst opening one door and closing the other behind me.) Normally we’d just lock the door that actually leads to the outside world but when I’m home alone they’re both locked and I regularly triple check that this is the case.
I think the main reason I’m such a worrier when I’m alone is down to how much I read. My imagination is a little on the overactive side and I always assume the worst is going to happen if I’m on my own!
I’m increasingly good at entertainment myself; I read, I sew, I catch up on TV shows that Jonny hates and I watch trashy movies that I loved as a teenager. 10 Things I Hate About You, I’m looking in your direction. I also talk to myself. Full on crazy lady talking to myself so that the quiet of the house doesn’t feel too full on!
I’m fairly sure I’m not the only one who has different things they get up to when they’re home alone. I can’t be the only one who’s paranoid by all the strange noises the house seems to make when there’s just me in the house?
I’m currently on day 3 of being confined to barracks with a sickness bug. Being ill is the worst and I’m rubbish at being a grown up about it. I generally just mope and feel sorry for myself under a blanket whilst somebody brings me cups of tea.
We’re going to the wedding of a wonderful friend on Saturday so I am willing my body to kick into gear and recover in time for that!
The joys of working with children is that, inevitably, you pick up some of their lurgies. Thanks kids.
So here are a couple of snapshots of our new place instead of a photo of my (currently grey) face. We’re at the stage of painting tester blobs around everywhere whilst I increasingly lean towards wanting an almost entirely white home…
Any decorating tips would be gratefully received. Are there any wonder products I need before I jump headfirst into the painting?
We’re finally in our new house! It still definitely feels like we’re playing house but I am loving it. After living here for almost a month we’ve only just got the internet so I’m now ploughing through Pinterest for decorating inspiration. We just need a small lottery win to fund it all now!
It’s so lovely to have our own space, one that’s officially ours rather than rented. Once we start decorating I’ll share some before and after photos of the rooms as they get taken on.
My favourite things so far are:
1: Our kitchen/diner/conservatory space. It’s light and airy and with the help of the record player and bookcase already feels like home!
2: How lovely and welcoming our neighbours (one grumpy man aside) have been.
3: How cosy our little living room is once the fire is on.
4: Our dinky little garden (much more manageable than the 4 lawned monster we had at our last house!)
5: That even when Jonny’s been away I’ve felt safe here on my own (I’m just about used to all the funny noises the house makes during the night now!)
6: That our airing cupboard is so big I can fit in it. Yes, I tried this out by climbing inside it.
I’m so excited to really put our stamp on the place! If you know of any quirky, mid-century style online homeware shops please let me know (I’m almost certainly going to bankrupt us…)
I’m currently surrounded by a myriad of boxes, bags and piles of belongings. Our belongings because we’re finally entering the grown up world of being home owners.
If all things go to plan (cross your fingers and toes for us!) we should be completing on our house this Friday, to move next Tuesday.
I’m excited beyond belief at the prospect of having our own space to decorate as we wish after a decade in rented houses/flats/bungalows.
Leaving our current house will be a bittersweet experience, however. It was my Grandad and Nana’s house. There are plants in the garden that my Grandad planted (and which he would check on my progress at keeping them alive!) I have so many happy memories from this house that it’ll be strange to leave it.
Memories of trips to visit Nana & Grandad. Memories of my Grandad having the brightest garden on the street. Memories of the first house that Jonny and I lived in together.
It’s the house we came back to after Christmas 2014, newly engaged. It’s the house I got ready for our wedding day in.
It’ll be odd not to live in the house where so many amazing memories were made. I’m excited for a new chapter now though, in a new house making many more future memories!
A new house which’ll be a HUGE relief to finally get in to after what has felt like months of faff with solicitors. It’ll also be amazing to not be packing anymore. (Jonny is away in the Himalayas with work so I’ve been tackling it alone so far until family reinforcement arrives!)
Any tips for making a house move go smoothly are very gratefully received!