The passage below is a ‘work in progress’ first submitted for the Writing Home concert on 6th October. More is promised…..
When I get back and turn the key in my front door I am happy. For the first time in a long life I chose my own home and its decor and this gives delight beyond belief. I have visitors’ parking, a dry garage, a lift, neighbours I like and am near the city centre but with a view to the south of a croquet lawn and beyond. Every morning as I breakfast, often watching wagtails, I lift my eyes to the hills beyond and count my blessings.