House-sharing in my FORTIES
May 26, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: MEL FALLOWFIELD
Lying in bed, I buried my head in my pillow in a bid to block out the moans coming from my flatmate and her latest conquest in the bedroom next door. It was past midnight and I was desperate to get to sleep before my first day in a new job in product development. But what I’ve learned since moving into a houseshare last year is that peace and quiet is elusive.
Just a year earlier, I’d lived in a three-bed bungalow that my husband owned. We’d been there for a decade and had a huge garden and a cat, Boo, who we both adored.
But the passion in our
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