This time next year...

About dreaming, learning and growing up (maybe)

From when I was about ten years old, I wanted desperately to live in London. I used to dream about getting a flat with a friend. In my head it was in Covent Garden (good luck!). I would pore over my mum’s catalogues, listing everything I would need (cutlery, a bed, towels) and lovely things I wanted (cushions, rugs, framed pictures, a glass display cabi…