Acts of kindness: My godmother welcomed me into her home
Acts of kindness: My godmother welcomed me into her home
Our routine together involved white wine, deep chats, weekend walks - and a lot of Andrew Lloyd Webber
“That’s it, you’re coming to stay with me.” Aged 30-something, I felt like a kid again, taken under my godmother’s wing after confessing my latest flatshare woes. After I was ripped off by one flatmate, who did a midnight flit, another was leaving to move to a trendier part of the city. I was tired of sharing, but not flush enough to re
Our routine together involved white wine, deep chats, weekend walks - and a lot of Andrew Lloyd Webber
“That’s it, you’re coming to stay with me.” Aged 30-something, I felt like a kid again, taken under my godmother’s wing after confessing my latest flatshare woes. After I was ripped off by one flatmate, who did a midnight flit, another was leaving to move to a trendier part of the city. I was tired of sharing, but not flush enough to re