I’m about to call my optician in Aberdeenshire to cancel a standing order that’s been going for years. It is my last non-familial tie with what I still consider to be my home.

It’s a funny feeling. Bub didn’t do it, buying the house didn’t do it, buying my very own oven didn’t do it. Cancelling my contact lens order is the first thing to make me feel like a grown up. My parents no longer pay for anything for me anymore…


In other news, when the old laptop died I lost all of my photos from Cornwall, some of Bub and all of my craft pics. I’m a wee bit cross.