Monday, 19 August 2013
A place I visit often. Maybe because some of my favourite people live there. And also ducks and chickens. And two dogs. Olly runs up the path. Into the house. Up the stairs. Looking for Charlie. Looking for the cars. He has made this his second home. He is at ease with the place. He runs around the garden. Or plays in the lounge. I sit at the kitchen table. Or the blue chairs in a sunny spot. I get given mugs of coffee made just the way I like it. I can sit and chatter. Or not. It doesn't matter. I can be me here. Really me. Warts and all.
This post is just for you.