Sunday, January 02, 2011

I do so miss my little house

as who would not?

So tiny, it only fit me and the cat, and Uncle Mike had to stoop nearly double to get through the kitchen door built for hobbits.

I remember, when we were still redoing the kitchen, and I hadn't even finished peeling the 100 years worth of lino up off the old sandstone tiles, I lit my first coal fire in the grate, put my feet up and thought, "I hope this never ends".



S. Petersen said...
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Hilary Jane Margaret White said...

Do have a quick look at the commbox rules whenever you get the chance. You will see that whining will get you double-banned.

Anonymous said...

You had hobbits in your kitchen? Did they come for parties, too?