Right, so picture this: I’m standing in our tiny bathroom in Bulwell at half past seven in the morning, and I’ve just watched my entire skincare routine cascade off the…
You know when you walk into a room and everything just feels… wrong? Not obviously wrong, but like someone’s arranged furniture without actually thinking about how people live in spaces.…
That little cabinet I stuck on the wall last year? Still my favourite thing about our entire bathroom. I know that sounds ridiculous – it’s literally just an IKEA unit…
You know what used to drive me absolutely mental? Opening our bathroom cabinet and watching my face cream tumble out because I’d somehow managed to stack everything like a really…
Right, so the bedroom in my flat is basically a cupboard. No windows, sits smack in the middle of the building surrounded by other people’s walls, and when I first…
So there I was last week, standing in our bathroom at half past seven in the morning, watching the floating shelf I’d been so proud of literally peeling away from…
The sound of Phil’s electric toothbrush going off at twenty to seven every morning while I’m trying to put mascara on without poking my eye out – that’s what finally…
That horrible damp towel smell hit me like a wall when I walked into my bathroom last Tuesday morning. You know the one I mean – that musty, slightly sour…
You know that moment when you’re seven months pregnant, desperately need to pee, and you open the bathroom cabinet only to have half your toiletries crash onto the floor? Yeah,…
When I first walked into the bedroom of my Bristol flat, I actually laughed out loud. Not a happy laugh – more like that slightly hysterical laugh you do when…