I spent my entire childhood and teenage years living in hotels which my parents used to manage for a well known chain. Three hotels to be exact if you include The Portpatrick Hotel (do click through the photos and see what an unique building it is) where I met Anth, though I only lived there on and off for a couple of years. But this is the one that is the most special to me and that I call home. I lived in it the longest; about 9 years over the 70's and 80's. I get terribly sentimental over it and wrestle with the fact that someone rich has bought it and is completely changing it slowly. It has needed improving because it has been neglected for a long time but they knocked down our living quarters and have made huge structural changes to the grounds and, well.. everywhere - it is almost unrecognisable. I don't like the fact that it isn't familiar anymore and choose not to go in if I can help it; but when I do (my parents love to visit it when they come down to Devon and I sometimes reluctantly go along), I marvel that I still know every bump in the floor and squeak of the stairs and get totally choked up that my husband and children are standing in the place that saw me standing there when I was 9 years old. I dream about it regularly - as it was, and the all of the people who worked or stayed there who were such a part of my childhood and teens. It was like having a huge extended family. There is one thing that I blame it for though..not being able to cook! I never had to learn.
I walk with my feet turned out. Badly. When I walked down the aisle at church on Sunday I noticed people snickering and I wondered if it was because of my '10 to 2' gait. Or perhaps not. Me paranoid. Never, it was probably my wobbly tummy instead, which is much worse and a whole different story.
When we got married I had my 'hen' do not in a bar or nightclub or spa like most girls. No mine was held in the afternoon..here in a tea room in Totnes.
The family think it is hilarious and so uncool. Do you remember it Jeanette?
Well, who would want to go anywhere else when you take a peek in the window. I haven't changed much in the last 25 years have I?
I'm totally in love with these notebooks. In fact I have become notebook mad in the last couple of weeks and have them dotted around the house. Only problem is I forget what is in what book.
I have made a few little changes around here. Because of the constantly appearing suspicious stains on the sofa, I have decided to cover the seat cushions with a duvet cover. On the back is my recently found black granny blanket. I'm so loving black at the moment. I really am happy with how the sofa looks now. It is easier to wash a duvet cover and has introduced another floral pattern into the room; then with the granny blanket it makes it look a bit less 'done' and a bit more 'flea'. Yes, I really like that.
My tower of side plates gets higher each week. I have a conection with each of them remembering where they were bought and how much they all were. I love them all. Seriously. Oh yes, and my tin.
P.S Could you tell me if you see a different font - it has changed and I can't seem to change it..unless it is just my computer. Thanks.