Home again, home again jiggety jig. Well perhaps not quite like that, more like,
A taxi.
A train.
A train.
A plane.
A plane.
A train.
A train .
and a car.
It's oh so good to be home, I was like a child as I walked from room to room checking everything out. Looking at the new things Pampa had done while I was away. He tiled the kitchen, fitted a new double glazed window in our bedroom, mended the bed that had wobbled precariously for a while. Stopped a leak in the porch and re-placed the roof lining. He enjoys doing these things while I'm away, no one to complain about the dust and mess. He does clean up beautiful before I arrive back, confessed he'd been washing the kitchen floor at 5am to get it nice and shiny for me. Bless him xxxx
The sun shone and these pot of daffs stood on the chest of draws by the window. Who could ask for a better welcome home.
