Thursday 3 January 2008: Flames
Home again, home again,
The house is on fire,
And so is the pig!
My Dad always says this whenever we arrive home. I'm sure it has it's roots in several nursery rhymes or sayings but his version will be forever stuck in my head as we pull into the drive after a trip away.
Our crossing back to the isles today was far less choppy than the journey South. and we made it home before the skies darkened and the weather turned nasty.
Unfortunately the heating had managed to turn itself off whilst we were away and the house was freezing!. But a little while later... heating back on, stove lit and a few candles for a touch of additional warmth (it may all be in the mind but they do help) and things are cosy. Well in the living room anyway.
But I think there may be a few hot water bottles required before we head upstairs tonight.