Every neighbourhood has one: a deliciously eccentric resident who lets their freak flag fly out the front of their house.
When I was a kid, I sort of wanted to be every character in The Good Life. Well, except Jerry. But mostly I wanted to be Margot Leadbetter.
A few days ago, we finally got the keys to our new home. It’s a gorgeous little 1904-built brick terrace on a sweet, tree-lined, residential East London street.
Last Friday I dragged my partner around the Chelsea Flower Show. He said it was fine but he really only perked up when we found the food vans. The poor sod had to put up with me oohing and ahhing over plants for two hours first.
If you’ve ever fought your way to the front of a crowd at a music festival to join the mosh pit, or fought your way out of one, then you’ll have some idea what attending the Chelsea Flower Show is like. Continue reading “Small garden ideas from the Chelsea Flower Show 2018”