'Are you and the boiler connected?' asks hubs as the boiler springs back to life, and so, miraculously do I. A time and motion study of my movements in the house over the last few days would have shown me wearing tracks to the kettle, the toilet, the sofa and the bedroom. The rest of … Continue reading Are you and the boiler connected?
I clearly remember the smell when you walked in the wide front door, a combination of polish from the lightly worn parquet flooring and the pale, patterned, unchanging rug that covered it. As a child I would visit this house, my aunt’s, only a handful of times a year, but it was so different to … Continue reading The whimsy of window seats
I have a friend who wants to downsize her house, as she needs to reduce her mortgage debt, but is quite understandably is sad about losing her large garden. I’ve spent years casting a covetous eye over anyone with a large expanse of grass and plenty of room to swing several cats. Yet, I’ve put … Continue reading What is a garden for?
“Mummy,” who made this? Says my four-year-old as he regards the wicker fire-basket that sits by the hearth with the bemused and fascinated awe that comes with children that age. I was slightly unsure what to reply to this, as I so often am with some of his questions. I am vaguely aware, after watching … Continue reading Who made this?
We all have them, those houses we remember from childhood, the ones we carry with us and remember the layout, the smell and the feel of. For me three houses made an impact on me in adult life. The first was my aunt’s, a big, arts and crafts style house down a potholed lane that … Continue reading Living in homes, not houses