Home. My most favourite place to be...

For me there is no place like home.

We've been to the seaside house for a few days. It was lovely, more Devon goodness and beachy fun which I will have to blog about some other time. 

But I was so glad to get home this time. More than usual, don't know why, don't think there was a reason but I was delighted to walk through the front door.  I even found myself wandering through the drawing room, to dump my crochet bag, singing a funny made up song a bit like the ones you'd hear Winnie the Pooh humming. "Oh I am happy to be hooooooome, happy yippee skippee, happy to be hoooome, hurrah hurrah hurray" and so on.

I went to bed contented and I woke to the sun streaming through the windows. Sigh. So lovely. I had to grab the camera as I wanted to snap the sunshiny moment of bliss. I promise that apart from moving a pile of magazines and yesterdays knickers out of shot I didn't tweak the above scene. I'm as surprised as anyone that my discarded clothes look like a stylist has done a bit of trickery!

Carbooty finds, the woman looked as me as though to say "can't believe anyone would buy this crap" 

I love the pattern of the frosted glass in my bathroom. I say "my" bathroom but it's not mine alone. I share it with the boys. So if you could see the scene in the opposite corner you'd have a wonderful illustration of juxtaposition. A great big ugly basket of trucks sits precariously on top of a sweet twisted iron table. There was a sopping wet flannel on the floor, a tooth brush, a pile of small dirty boy clothes and a stick. Also the toilet had piddle all at the back of the toilet seat so there was a bit of a whiff in the air. And they say the camera never lies. Well I've got news for you, it lies in your face, with out blinking!

Reflected off the gloss painted window sill on to the slopey ceiling

I have so much I want to blog about, I think the next few posts will be of the erratic type. I hope to find time to catch up with everyone else's blogs too, I hate reading posts and not having time to leave a decent comment but that's all too often what happens these days. I need to reply to a heap of comments too, especially the lovely ones I had on my drunken post of SHAME! I feel much less embarrassed by it now and I'm considering doing another (kidding, though I bet it'll happen again one day!)

Sunshine everywhere on the landing as it was reflecting all over the place.

Right, I must go and attend the washing machine, it's been on non stop since I got up this morning. It's lovely to go away, lovelier to come home but my word, it quadruples the amount of housework that I have to do! All the bedlinen, all the towels, all the beach gear, all the picnic stuff...  Why is this bit of writing in a box? Odd

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