French Enamel

Gate - Somewhere in North London

I have always really like blue French enamel door numbers and have recently noticed a high proportion of houses around here already have them. So it’s true, Erbie is destined to grow up a middle class mummies boy, could be worse I suppose.

If you too would like to have an authentic blue French enamel door number without traversing the Channel I found some here at Willow and Stone.

£18.50

£8 per number

Mean reds

People around me are having a terrible time, ranging from bad backs, divorce, murder, threatening neighbours, losing family homes to alcoholism - and that’s just my close friends. The GR has more or less been having a breakdown, my colitis is in major flare-up mode. We all got to be a year older, Erbie is now 2. We still haven’t sorted out the situation with Belle Mere. I attempted to book us all a holiday to get away from it all, which was a disaster, a journey of epic proportions for 2 days of sun and one on the beach. The GR blamed me the whole way through and now we are less well off because of it. We are not rekindling our relationship or skipping hand-in-hand through the woods as was the ideal. I miss the West End, I walked to Regent’s Park the other day and on reaching it’s outskirts my heart lifted and I felt I’d come home.

On a positive note the flat is lovely...