Whilst we were away a gang of men attacked our home. They ripped up windowsills and boarded out the light; they smeared rough plaster across our paintwork and dripped it down the stairs; they scratched lines in our worktops and spread dust across the floors.
When we came home the house was still reeling from the assault. Scars marked the walls in every room and wounds gaped openly, letting cold draughts whip through the house.
I know that this is the way of progress, and I can see that the new windows look great but I still cannot help but feel that my refuge has been ambushed, and I cannot help but wonder how on earth we will find the time to restore it into something resembling a home.
I'm a brand new mummy discovering the pleasures and pains of staying at home and watching my little boy grow. I like to write, to make things and to wander in the great outdoors. I've created this blog to document my days and capture some of my thoughts before they flit away.