home, home on the grange...

I live in a street called Grange St. Grange St is located very close to my University and is thus incredibly handy. It is also a hole.

It is cold, it is damp, it has a large number of idiots living on it, it is somewhat overpriced for the standard of accomodation. I live in a tiny little cottage type house with five other girls and one bathroom. It's ludicrous for what we pay.

Anyway, for the past two weeks, I've been able to escape the Grange because my mum and her Paul were on holiday and needed me to house/cat sit for them. They have a heat pump, continuous gas heated hot water, electric blankets, an actual garden, large rooms and most importantly, vast amounts of sun, light and fresh air. It has been awesome. I feel healthier than I have in months just because of how much better my living conditions have been. I've woken up in a room without mould growing on the windowsill and had breakfast in a kitchen which is large enough for me to turn around in. It's been bliss.

But now I have to go back to the Grange. Sigh. It was fun while it lasted...