I realise this is a day late, but hey ho. Better late than never! I am quite particular about my workspace. Everything has to have a purpose if it’s on my workspace, but at the same time, I like ‘stuff’. Not only that, everything has to be tidy. So if one of my coasters moves ever so slightly, I need to line it back up nicely. Don’t judge me! I like it tidy! Apologies about the quality of light in my office. It’s bad, hence the need for fairy lights!
The desk came from a local reclamation yard, bought for £30, if memory serves. It’s an old pub table that we sanded down & oiled. The chair is a pretty standard office chair covered in a Welsh blanket for two reasons: 1 – to pretty it up a bit and 2 – to help keep me warm! The old style phone works, but we can’t use it because it’s incompatible with our phone line, apparently! I like to keep stuff I use regularly out & tidy, hence the jars. (Plus they help to hide the not-so-pretty but ever so necessary tech stuff!) They’re cheap containers but look nice too. No office is complete without a dog in my view! And Poppy spends most of the day curled up on my Nana chair (so called as it was bought with money left to me by my Nana).
I like to keep inspirational things around me, but as we had the walls freshly plastered when we moved in, I’ve been reluctant to blu tak stuff to them and have only recently put pictures up. As a freelancer, I can work wherever I want, as long as there’s wifi & tea. But I’ve made my workspace just right and comfy, plus I always have tea, so I don’t work in cafes that often. Plus, I like just having to turn round & look at Poppy’s little face – it reminds me that I’m very lucky to be able to work from home and it reminds me why I’m working.
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I’ve lived in quite a few places over the years. Abingdon-on-Thames, to give it it’s full name, or The Don, as I like to call it, is where I’ve lived the longest since leaving home for university many moons ago. We bought our house in Abingdon nearly four years ago, mainly because we couldn’t afford to buy anything in Oxford. Abingdon is close enough to pop into Oxford without having to pay above & beyond for a roof over your head. Plus, Abingdon is a pretty great place to live. There’s lots of greenery, great shops & cafes and it’s in a lovely part of Oxfordshire. Here are a few snaps of the town I like to call home.
There used to be an abbey in Abingdon, which is one of the oldest towns in England. The abbey ruins are my favourite part of the town. I like to imagine people wandering around, all that time ago and how different everything must have been then. Plus, I love old stuff, which is good, because Abingdon has it in spades!
The tall building in the background is the town hall. Whenever there is a major royal occasion, like a wedding or a jubilee, buns are thrown from the top. Nope, I’m not kidding. I know because I’ve been to two bun throwings and not caught one, but have been hit by a few. It is an epic event. Such a hilarious and random thing. If you’re ever nearby when a royal occasion is taking place, do pop by to catch a bun. Don’t worry if it’s raining, that just makes it more hilarious!
The only thing Abingdon is lacking is the sea. If it had that, then I’d never want to move. Something tells me that Abingdon isn’t going to be my hometown forever though. Wonder where we’ll move to next!
My paternal grandfather fought in the Second World War. I don’t know much about it, however, as he died in my early 20’s and I didn’t think to ask him about it beforehand. I thought I’d have more time. I do know that he was stationed with Americans for part of it and he always used to say that he’d never eaten so well! How true this was, I don’t know. Having seen lots of war documentaries and dramas about the war since then, I know that great food or not, it was probably horrific and I’m just glad he made back in one piece.
Nana, my paternal grandmother, built ammunition in the war. This fact still amazes me, as I can remember her knitting, baking, gardening and keeping an orderly house. And all of these are such peaceful activities that contradict what she did in the war. Neither of my grandparents spoke about it much, which I can understand. I was young and they probably wanted to forget it as much as they could.
I can distinctly remember my great aunts regaling me with stories of heading out in the evening, having drawn a fake stocking line on the back of the legs, so that they could go dancing with the American GI’s! They use to cackle with laughter and I can only imagine the trouble they used to get in to!