1 week ago
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Went up to my (long-deceased) grandparents' house in Wales this week. Haven't been for ages. It's in the country. It's a real pile. And I always forget how nice it is. I'm using the word 'nice' to mean exactly that. No shame in nice. I acted so civilized that I ended up making a pie from scratch. It was a pretty big moment. As you can probably tell from my need to photograph and blog about it. Made me wonder if I will ever own something to put my name to like a house or something to leave the bairns. I dunno. I'm saying probably no. But it's cool to be reminded that if you work hard sometimes you can end up with something 'nice'. Like a pie.