Sunrise out of my bedroom window.
I'm too miserable to write a post.
The sadness is hanging around me like a cloud.
I obviously need to be in this space.
So rather than try to write anything, which would only be repetitive I thought I'd take you on a tour of my house just for the hell of it. And to remind me that even though I don't like the town I live in, my house is a sanctuary and offers me the warmth and holding I need right now as much as any building can anyway.
Youngest with attitude and me at my desk.
Eldest son in the kitchen on his 23rd birthday.
Youngest on his 17th birthday on the landing.
My dining room.
Guess where this is in the house!
My favourite room with just some of the many plants that are in this room.
The windowsill in my bedroom, with some of my some of the lovely glass I have around the place.
