Oh, you thought you lived together?

The sun is shining bright on Wellington, as I am writing you from a dark corner of the house, and listening to the sound of rain with my earplugs in, absolutely insulated from the world outside. I am quite proud of myself.

Self-isolating in the midst of self-isolation has become a new art - is it the same for you?

My happy place has now become that little corner which I call “my office” even though - well, to the uneducated eye, this place is possibly a closet.

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Look. I had been living, alone, in a giant house for about a year and a half. For those of you who have missed the previous episodes, my plan was not to live alone and have three different toilets to chose from depending on my mood - it’s just that life appeared to have different plans for me than the white picket fence* nonsense I had dutifully tried to set up.

Picture me, single for the first time in my life, in my big happy house with my smiling dog, getting slowly used to the fact that I could do whatever the fuck I want. I h…