I have been away just for three nights and the feeling of being back in my home fills me with joy.
It is a bog standard estate house.
Not grand, not even pretty but it is mine, filled with my chosen things.
I have lived in it for 50 years, it is a bit worn in parts, a fair bit needs doing but I shall not get them done now.
Just warm, comfortable, grown a bit shabby like me but we suit each other just fine and has fifty yeas of memories, most of them good!!
Should we be more open to a wealth tax?
Re-naming SS Great Britain tourist attraction


