So 10 years ago today, I moved into my flat. In my life I’ve lived in 12 different places, the longest in one place was 17 years in North End Road, so this is the longest I’ve been in one place as an adult. It feels like a big deal.

I know how lucky I am to have a landlord who repairs things quickly and has (as he promised when I moved in) not put up the rent ridiculously. Last week, I bumped into him on the way home and he told me that I was going to get a new kitchen next year, so I should have a think about when would be best to to do it. I’m so excited about the prospect of a sink with a draining board. When I saw this flat I knew would be the right flat. Ma said that it was me as soon as she saw it, it has changed a bit, ten years in, I still haven’t got a decent wardrobe solution sorted out and it took me as many years to sort out decent kitchen chairs! I’m settled, I’m glad I’m here…