So, I lapsed. I still haven’t had an alcoholic beverage, but I haven’t been keeping my blog up to date, like I said I would. I have been pretty busy preparing for my holiday and getting to come home and see my Mummy and my puppy dog.
I love being home. The tea tastes different here, and here I get woken up by my puppy dog, Dudley, licking my toes rather than an awful alarm. It’s easier here, and it’s not because my Mummy offers to do my laundry and cook my supper, but because it’s an actual home.
When I’m in Southampton, I always say I’m going “home” when I leave work. Truth is, I’m not going home. I’m going back to the place where all my stuff is. Partially, it’s my fault. I haven’t bothered to make my little flat into a home. I’ve put up pictures and moved all my things in, but I never viewed it as home. This left me thinking about the phrase, “home is where the heart is”, and how true it is. The house my parents currently live in is not a house in which I have ever lived in full time, yet I consider it my home, because that is where my parents are. That, and it’s a really cute cottage-y type thing.
Well, I have things to do. I’m off to walk the dog later, and I’ve got to catch up on Masterchef while I have the luxury of a television. Last night, we watched the new Pope come out and say Hello. I gotta say, I wasn’t sure of him from the description that they gave, but his personable demeanour and the way in which he spoke to the people really made me believe that he can move the Catholic church forward. We shall see.
Oh, and on one last note. I LOVE that new OXO ad! It made me happy. The sun is shining, I have a cuppa and my puppy. I couldn’t be happier.