Author: Me

When the scaffolding outside my new place was finally removed, someone started drilling in the flat upstairs. But not their walls – their floors. In other words, my ceiling. As soon as that work had been finished, I started noticing that I was becoming very forgetful, much more than I’d ever been before. Where did…

There may be nine million people in London, but no one would call it “the city that never sleeps”. Having moved here from Georgia, a small Eastern European country tucked away between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, I know why the British capital doesn’t have that nickname. Because when I used to leave…