Home again

A few days away is always a pleasure, but like most people, we are glad to be home.
It seemed quite strange adapting to someone else’s routine, sleeping in a different bed and smelling a different fabric conditioner on the sheets, using huge fluffy towels (LUXURY for me!!), drinking posh coffee with even posher milk and having the option of watching TV.
tvAll those channels, all those potential hours of watching possibilities, and did we watch anything? Apart from a few news bulletins, just one antiques programme (a repeat from 2005) and the restoration of a 1970s Porsche, which was another repeat from yesteryear.

As we did all the running around, our friend did the cooking. He is an excellent cook.
We had treats too, chocolate gateaux, milk chocolate, crisps, fruit and nut chocolate, doughnuts, hazelnut chocolate, biscuits, and did I say chocolate? These two men in my life (my two husbands so to speak) are evens-stevens in the chocoholic stakes.

chocoholicWe had agreed to stay just a few days to give him time to get on his feet and take the pressure off in case something unforeseen occurred. He is much better today, and his brother is coming tomorrow for the weekend.
It is now a waiting game for the CT results, and once again we will be at his full disposal.

Coming home, I had a little shopping to do, dull stuff like bread, cereal, UHT milk, cheese, ham, tomatoes, chocolate (OK, 3 cheap bars found their way into the basket, it is almost Valentine’s Day after all) and a sticky bun.

There have been no further problems with the condensation we’d discovered on Monday, and first thing to go on was the kettle, then the heating, though the boat wasn’t exactly cold as our little heaters had done a fine job in keeping the chill off. Even better, they hadn’t run away with the electricity, equating to just 3 Kwh a day on average (we have been using as much as 14 Kwh when it has been really cold and we’ve had the dehumidifier going to combat the humidity).
Everything is put away, all is tidy, we are fed and the dog is curled up at my feet on the bench giving it ZZZs. Anyone would think she’d had a hard day, when in truth she had a walk in the quarry this morning and a short walk round the avenue this afternoon.
This is her place, she is settled, comfortable and like us, glad to be Home.homeRain is forecast for tomorrow morning, round about the time we get up. Oh joy.
Didn’t take long to get back to normal then.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Home again

  1. colinandray says:

    “Everything is put away, all is tidy, we are fed and the dog is curled up at my feet.” What more could anybody possibly want? 🙂

      • colinandray says:

        It certainly can be. We were just looking at Ray stretched out on our 2-seater sofa and thought “We should get ourselves one of those. It looks so comfortable!”

      • Yeah, been there too. We feel the same about ‘Maggie’s bed’. The old one was 4’6 and we were allowed to share it (our own fault for inviting her up when she was such a sweet cute puppy). The one in the boat is 4 feet give or take a couple of inches since the mattress cover shrunk, and it’s a pretty fine balancing act!! 🙂 Guess you’ve got to be a dog owner to fully appreciate it! ha ha 😀

  2. scifihammy says:

    There is that special peace to be home again, even after a short outing. 🙂

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