This is one of my two favourite doors in the house. We have it permanently propped open with two old brass fire nozzles because all of the floors, walls and ceilings slope in different directions. Last night it occurred to me that I could shut it, thus dividing the house in two to keep the dog tribe and the cat tribe separate. Instant peace.
Not only have I moved closer to the library, I am also ten minutes' walk from town, and two minutes' walk from a slew of cafes, the greengrocer, a farm gate butcher's shop and the supermarket. Also, if I break a leg the children can roll me two blocks down the hill to the hospital. Handy.
Posy and I now live further from school and work respectively. But it means that most days we get to walk together up and down a hill and get fit and chat. It's nice.
I have finally made friends with the wood stove. Two weeks ago I was kicking it in frustration and wailing to Rosy, "I have no idea how houses ever burn down! I can't even get a log to burn in a fireplace!" Last week we had reached an uneasy detente where the logs were burning in a half-hearted manner and the house was lukewarm. Over the past few days I have nailed keeping the fire going - as I write it is almost TOO WARM at the dining room table, and the wood stove is my new BFF.
After much searching I found the slow cooker, and have a pot of chilli on for dinner. The house is warm, and it smells good, and dinner is making itself. Gratitude.