Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

I'm moving house next week.  All of our belongings are being boxed up and stacked in ever expanding piles. All of the faults and foibles of our home are being replaced,  fixed,  improved.  I lived without a light over my kitchen sink for nine years; this wasn't a problem in the summer,  but in winter it did mean some sneaky sticky foodstuffs may remain on plates and bowls, requiring a second wash. You just get used to it, right? The bulbs that have blown, the fan doesn't work, the paint work chipped, the weeds growing through concrete. We were going to renovate,  what was the point of fixing things when we didn't know what the place was going to look like.  But then I fell in love with a house. Another house.  I have always loved my home,  the morning light that filters through the french windows,  the magical evening light in the kitchen.  The cornices, sash windows, the bizarre 1960s light fittings. They tell a story of a time w...