Home is where the heart is

Home is where I rest my head,
Calling north, new paths to tread:
People to meet, friends to make,
I hope I remember how to bake cake!
Things long past, but not forgot,
Let’s hope my skills haven’t gone to pot!
The journey will be done in two hits,
A little now, just a few odd bits.

A washing line, straight and true,
From front to back, with pegs askew.
Cupboards and hooks, once more are mine,
No furniture yet, but we’ll be just fine.
Things to be ordered, delivered and such,
When we’ve moved in, it will be a rush!

The two of us and the dog makes three,
Heading Home, where we’re meant to be.

 

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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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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