In this week's Sunday newspaper I read an article about how the author feels guilty for not wanting to go off and do adventurous activities on her holidays, but prefers just staying around the place. And I thought I was the only one that loved being at home ..... where else can I sit and read whenever I like, do some stitching or journalling whenever I feel like it, spend time with my other half relaxing in our recliner chairs, stroke the cat, go for a walk in nature at the best part of the day, talk to my family members, in fact do all the things that make life worthwhile?
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Ibis feathers collected locally from the riverbank | ©Christine Linton |
No, I love being at home too, for exactly the same reasons. I struggle understand people who say they're bored at home!
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