Ponderings of Mrs Kitson

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show homes and body pillows

I sat down this morning with the intention of going to write as the amazing Katherine, but I am here instead. My head is awash with so much that I can’t find my faithful character. Poor girl. Waiting for me to write her story. Patient. Maybe tapping her fingers from time to time. Fictional life stuck on hold. Me holding the puppet strings, molding her dramas and loves with my imagination. How amazing is that. Edward and Bella were only alive in the mind of Stephanie Meyer for some time. Their wonderfully addictive love story unfolding into our beloved Twilight saga. Now Bella is alive in more minds than that of Stephanie’s. Powerful stuff when you think about it. I would like that. Who wouldn’t? I can aim as high as I like, disappointment is but a mere blip.  It doesn’t scare me enough to stop me trying. Neither does rejection. I’ll take it on the chin guvnor (in a cockney accent). Like I said yesterday, you have to try. Dare to dream as my niece’s tattoo says.

I am sat here at my kitchen table. The kettle is boiled (another thing waiting for me). Dishwasher humming away soothingly and I don’t have to think about driving and picking up from school for many hours. My moment with peace. *Content sigh*. It would be a happy sigh normally and it will be on Friday (that irritating song ‘Friday’ sounds in my head and surprisingly her excitement seems quite apt right now), as that, my friends is when I get the gorgeous Mr Kitson back. YAY! Oh Happy Days…*Happy Dance* (Oh flip, my tea).

Right, where was I? Day dreaming about my husband. A body pillow just doesn’t cut it. For one, it has no arms which I find most inconvenient and to be honest a little boring. I mean just a spooning hug would be nice but oh no..’I’m a pillow, I’m fluffy’, stupid fluffy pillow. 3 more sleeps.

Oh I have to tell you about that flipping prize house I went to view. It was FREAKING AMAZING!!! I never wanted to leave, contemplated hiding in a cupboard so I could be locked in there at night. Then when the staff came back the next morning it would be like Goldilocks all over again. I am telling you, I have been in some nice houses but this was something else. I found a place just by the window where you can look out at the top of the mountain. The evergreen tree tops peeking through as the cloud passed over them. THAT was a true moment with peace. Every worry washed away and I stood there soaking it in. Whoever wins that house is a very lucky person. Lucky to own such an amazing, feel good, luxurious, large, comfortable (did I say amazing) home and lucky to have me visit them every single day. Lucky lucky people.

I will leave you with a few pics to drool over with me.

Enjoy your ‘Moments’

Love Kelly x