The vineyard utopia was a disaster. The skin on my cheeks has never recovered and neither has my ability to leave a coffee pot in the sink without a creeping sense of dread.
We repacked the van: the 1950’s blue kitchen cabinet, the chest of drawers that my mum had lovingly stripped years ago, all my stock from my online vintage clothing etsy shop, the ca…
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