“There’s nothing like coming home”

“I love going away, but there’s nothing like coming home.” My mum would always say that when her and dad had been away, they loved their holidays but they really loved their home. I have noticed I am getting more like my mum as I get older, and this little saying rings very true for me as well.

We arrived home to a lovely, dry, blustery day, so Brian decided to take advantage of the moment and get the grass cut; it’s the first cut of the year. He had the mower at about a level 4, to give it a high trim. I then went back over it at a level 2, which was an ideal bit of exercise for me. The lawn is now looking much tidier.

I can’t wait to start doing more in the garden.