Jul 12, 2009 20:22
I love my grandparents house.
It is the best house in the entire world.
It is home.
I love the smell, I love the carpets, I love the garden, I love its lane, I love the conker tree, I love the sofas, I love the books, I love the way you have to stick a spatula in the side of the microwave to get it open, I love its crazy drive way with a tree stuck right in the middle, I love how every electrical product gets unplugged at night in case of fires, I love how the beds have it in for your toes, I love the fat baby pictures of grandchildren, I love the games we play in it, I love the jokes that are only funny in it, I love the hills that were mountains to roll down when you were a child, I love the shed with its own mini mueseum, I love the noise, I love the routine, I love the conversations round the dinner table, I love the way that every plate has to be washed up before it goes in the dishwasher, I love the sideways insults that are meant in a loving way, I love the charity box that forever sits on the side table in the kitchen, I love the row of empty channel number 5 bottles that sit on my nanas dressing table (except for the last one which is always in use), I love the orange juice, I love Fatso the pidgeon whom I'm sure has died several times over, I love the beware of the dog sign, I love that there is no dog, I love the 'leathal' steps, I love the radiators.
I love everything about it.
It never ever changes, this is what I love the most.