Sunday, July 10, 2011

Family homes

The Small Object Of Desire is settled into her new house and it's started to feel like a home (leastways, she's leaving her socks in the dining room). It's a nice Victorian terraced house; discussing it the other day we found we'd both come to the conclusion that it was like an old auntie. Much beloved and slightly disreputable in her way.

I asked what she thought of my house, which I've always seen as a barmy old uncle (perhaps projecting my own personality to the building). "Oh, it's a cheeky nephew," she said. "Its face is a bit dirty at times, but it's one of those nephews that you just have to love. You just roll yours eyes and think: 'bless'."

How nice.

6 comments:

libby said...

She's a keeper.....

Miss Scarlet said...

It all sounds very comfy, m'dear.
Sx

Pat said...

Once you leave your cycle clips in the fruit bowl you're in.

savannah said...

sweeeet! xoxoxox

Syncopated Eyeball said...

You two are so cute. And I like to think of myself as that kind of Aunty.

Gadjo Dilo said...

After leaving her socks in the dining room a few times she'll be cutting her toenails on the ottoman, to test you further.