The house

Where i live has it's ups and downs, it's small yet big, moldy and smell but has an awful lot of charm.

We also have a phone that randomly rings alot and we are unsure wether we should answer it or not, it scares me anyway as im not used to having a home phone again.

There are bits and bobs floating around this place that my flat mate Rosie brings home, including random branches of things and candles in jars that never get lit besides at special occasions.

I like this place apart from the dirt, it has it's own place.