Thursday, 6 December 2012
A place where we can discuss our fondness for all things beautifully time-worn and tattered. A place to settle down among the comfy cushions, put our feet up and idly stroke one of my three cats. Not forgetting my shadow, my trusted and most gentle of companions. His name is Mr Dante and he's a true friend indeed, with huge brown eyes, a smiling face and some seriously sharp teeth. Not that he would ever dream of biting my friends. He's my most favourite pooch in the whole world and he loves to listen to the gentle murmur of conversation.
I live in a market town, neither too big or too small. Just about the right size really. It's history stretches right back into the mists of time, a once fortified stronghold boasting the remains of a castle which leans more than the tower of Pisa.
At the moment the weather here is rather chilly, frosty mornings are a regular occurrence but you won't feel cold when you come inside my home. I've started dotting one or two Christmas decorations around, not too many though, not just yet.
Anyway, enough for now. Please come back again whenever you like, it's so good to get visitors.
Bye for now........