The second incarnation of my blog
H is for Home
My home is a house in Herfordshire. Lot’s of useful H’s in there. We have lived here for 6 years and apart from the kitchen that we both agree is too small, it’s a lovely house in a great location. The garden is big enough for Zac to run around in, but small enough to ensure it doesn’t take much time to keep tidy.
This weekend, after 6 years, we emptied that last of the boxes from when we moved in! It was full of my collection of shot glasses and we still don’t have anywhere to put them. Some of them cost me good money, so I don’t really want to get rid of them. However, I am giving a lot away to people who obviously like hard booze.
We had moved to Herts from a small house in London which was great for location, but terrible for neighbours. It was built in the early 1980’s and sound proofing seemed to be non-existant. Anyway, before that painful 3 years, we lived in Pete’s flat in Letchworth. At the time it was great, but god knows how we would fit all our junk in it now.
I grew up in Kent which I still call “home” but the defination becomes skewed over time doesn’ it, though I spent the first few years of my life in Surrey.
A dull H for you!