I live in a modern world filled with computers and fast cars and constant change. I appreciate modern medicine and technology and the huge choice that is available, I wouldn't be without any of that which makes life better for all of us. Without technology you wouldn't be reading this blog now!
However my heart and home belongs somewhere in the mid 1930s, where tea is made in a Beryl ware teapot served with homemade scones and jam. Where every wooden tray has a cotton or lace doily on it, and there are always flowers on the table. A room where Al Bowlly is singing softly on the wireless, and mantel clock is ticking steadily. Where the dresser has coronation cups with the King and Queen on them and and sofa has home made patchwork cushions and an antimacassar on the back.
Where there is a larder stuffed with home made chutney and jam and marmalade and where the christmas pudding sits waiting on a shelf. Where old jars are filled with rice, currants and sago, with pulses and lentils and flour.
A place where books are in every room, books old and new nestle side by side and the telephone rings with a bright 'bring-bring!'. A place where candles are lit, the seasons are marked and the house is filled with things that bring back memories of trips taken or of people we love.
“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest. A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest”