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I& #39;ve temporarily moved in with my parents and life is very different to how I thought it would be in my mid 30s...
There is a bird clock that tweetles every hour and there is a handwritten list of the birds by my dad& #39;s chair for him to check which one it is. Every evening I jump out of my skin at 6pm, 7pm, 8pm.. and still at 9pm that blue tit gets me
Yesterday I went on my daily after work walk with my mum ("I can& #39;t pass up the chance to walk with my daughter") to look into rich people& #39;s houses and then we went home and looked them up on rightmove. Don& #39;t worry, we all guessed how much they would be worth beforehand...
I bought a bag of mixed boiled sweets and we have spent more time than I would admit choosing one and exclaiming over the flavour. We have all been caught out by the unexpected salty liquorice ones, only mum managed to eat the whole thing
I saw a children& #39;s plastic crocodile on the floor and mum asked me if it was real
after a long period of being single, v bad dating, and then a year of social isolation, this is.... super nice? Dad brings me a coffee every morning, the birds sing all day and we go out and check on the garden, mum& #39;s bulbs have started to poke through. Happy times
