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