Home. Well, my folks' place - which I probably should have grown out of calling home, but haven't. Well, it's their fault for making the place so bloomin' warm and welcoming and relaxing and perfect isn't it?
This stack of logs makes me very happy. Though I am a dab hand with an axe, let me reassure you, should you have any that need chopping!
mercredi 26 août 2009
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I'm not sure we ever grow out of calling our folk's place home! Looks like a very relaxing place.
RépondreSupprimerNothing like a real wood fire place. It's so cozy.
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