I’m going to admit to having gone to a jumble sale, as well – it was just far too tempting, and I managed to justify it in terms of exploring Muswell Hill, at least. I can happily report that North London jumble sales are much like Sussex ones in terms of the clientele, but unsurprisingly, rather more expensive, which contributed (thankfully) to limiting my purchases to a selection of scarves (50p each). However, in what is becoming a recurrent theme – haven’t got to grips with the fancy new washing machine yet – I managed to shrink the jade-green wool one to a tiny strip of felt.
That’s the washing line I rigged up on the New Flat’s balcony, by the way, and a bit of a view into next door’s garden. It’s nice and green and leafy out the back here, for all it’s an otherwise exceedingly urban environment, and yes, I’m actually really rather relieved to no longer be responsible for battling with 60ft of overgrown shrubbage, a lawn of mud and cat-shit, and a snail infestation rendering any investment in plants utterly futile… another very positive upside to this downsize.