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Tiny Space, Big Mind
I finished a novel in eight hours during a night of van life without windows
Oxford graduate, accountant, wife and mother. Also abbreviated as BSc, ACA, MRS and MUM in the title.
I’ve always belonged to the elite group of the world. Not only have I always had my own bedroom, I’ve not even shared a bathroom with anyone since I was born. Even during university days, all en-suite.
That’s a good indication of privilege, don’t you think?
One day, my seven-year-old step-daughter had a hundred yellow rubber ducks delivered to our door. As to how she found her way around Amazon, it’s a myth.
I came home, exhausted, and found my husband and his daughter faffing around my bathtub filled with plastic ducks. My Jo Malone bath set was knocked to the floor.
I hashtagged three thoughts in my head: #climatecrisis #invasion #fuckoff
That night, I went to Luton to pick up a second-hand van advertised on eBay.
How to pee in a van
The van was partially done up, referencing those trendy/hippy van-lifers on social media. It’s two meters long and maybe just over a meter wide.
