Oh, we must always live as we please. So long as no-one gets hurt in the process. Recklessness is quite another matter. But these are wonderful days, girls. Go out there and take hold of them. You’re not GIVEN opportunities. You GRAB them. With both hands.
“Those of us who volunteered to move out and find private digs will be given a rent allowance and, I put my name down” - “Oh Delia you don’t want to end up in some filthy hole living cheek by jar with a bunch of students”
In the East End I found grace and faith and hope hidden in the darkest corners. I found tenderness and squalor and laughter amid filth. I found a purpose and a path, and I worked with a passion for the best reason of all - I did it for love.
I want yellow walls in here. And china with a modern pattern.
I don’t want roses or violets on it.I want geometric designs. I want the only flowers to be real flowers.
Over there, on that windowsill, where they’ll catch the light each morning when the sun comes up. And I want to smell coffee when I wake up.
And bleach, because that will mean you’re here, or that you’ve just gone out.
And when you come back in, I can say “Welcome home.”