I lived in a share house for the first two years of my uni degree. I lived with my two best friends in a house that had a lot of ~character~.

One of the last meals I made there was soup. I just loved how the colours of my vegetables looked on the cheap Kmart cutting board with the very-offensive-in-person mustard benchtop.

(I highly suggest not buying those cutting boards, I have about 20 grams of plastic shavings from that one in my body now).