Mr C (aged 9) walked along the deck to the dining room exclaiming " we have a new mat. It's so fancy". Yes we are.
I'm getting quite anal about my new polished floors. I sweep them, and sweep them, and they still get dusty. If a bread crumb is dropped, I'm onto it. I AM the dirt police.
We really need to do something about the water pressure as every time I fill a glass , the pump kicks in and I'm standing there with a bench covered in water. It just won't do.
My new favourite saying is "SHUT THE DOOR, YOU WERE NOT BORN IN A TENT".
An inside toilet is the best invention since the sticky note. Or sliced bread. Or online shopping.
I've been searching for days for our Christmas tree lights, but they are nowhere to be seen. Our tree will not twinkle this year, but it will still look damn hot.
This is the first time in four years that I'm excited about my Christmas tablescape. Tablescape is now my favourite word.
Speaking of online shopping, I still get a thrill when a package arrives for me at the post office.
My eldest daughter was named vice captain of her school for next year. I am so proud, and happy, and in awe of my amazing girl.....
A few nights ago, The Hubbster and the kids were dancing on the deck to Gangman Style. I couldn't help but think......
We are home.