Things have been shifting - shiftily - down-right a'changing...It seems we have moved house. From our cosy little flat to a much larger house, sharing with M's lovely brother upstairs. It has been very confusing. I have been to this house before - but then one day we didn't go home. I have been visiting this house for a while because D lived here (I even had an embarrassing moment where I got stuck inside and had to do a poo inside, I tried to do it where no-one would notice ;-)) which meant it was very confusing. But eventually I understood what it meant that boxes appeared at home, and then they seemed to be over there. Over time the furniture I knew seemed to be in the other place. I thought we were just on a holiday and waited at the front door to go home every night but then I understood that my bed was here, and M and G's bed was here, and that all the books were here (and gosh there are a lot!!!) ...
It is great here now with a garden, and stairs, and lots of space - I do feel at home - but still I have a little longing for the place I grew up in.
The photo show the moving in process - as I now know it to be - boxes, boxes, boxes...
