Stripped

Back at the old house today moving some more things to mine. Slowly all the personal stuff is being decanted from the old to the new. Strange this sensation of seeing the old house de-personalised as my new place fills up with the fluff of myself and two kids. It feels better now. Walls and doors and ceilings really have nothing to say for themselves, it's our ain wee print of interest that makes a house a home.

So, keys cut, book shelf filled and pictures on the wall. The kids' rooms are already starting to look familiarly like teenage middens. Just like home. Meanwhile, back at the old cold house, a marital bed is stripped bare.

Onwards.