Be it ever so humble.......

Taking water from the brook,
Wondering who is was who took
The stones from the mountain to build this cottage here.
Two up, and two down, miles from the nearest town.
I wonder who he was,
Though the reason why is clear.
(Ralph McTell "Nettle Wine")

My home is very important to me; I depend on it every day for refuge from the mad world outside. It is the kind of home I always wanted - old cottage, wood burning stove, and a beautiful view from its windows. I especially love my living room, which was returned to this beautiful state by Jim, Liz and Christine. The stone work and the original wood panelling were revealed under all the plaster board and swirly wallpaper.

Unfortunately, I also hate housework. However, today I did some. (fanfare, please)
The reason? I managed to smash a glass into millions of shards, and had to quickly get the hoover out before the dog stood in it.

Somehow, one thing led to another; the duster and polish came out. Before I knew it I was also cleaning out desk drawers, and filing bits of paper. (The weather is dreich, which may explain it).

The drink of lager now in my hand is well deserved, and I looked round and realised that I hadn't lit the candles since the days of long nights. It is lovely to see the candlelight reflected in lovely, dust free surfaces. My mum used to say that my house looked like a chapel of rest sometimes........

I know it will not last long, and I do so wish I was one of theoe people who manage to organise things like housework so that it is a pleasureable experience. It is certainly pleasant when it is finished, and the lager is in hand.