Town and Country

I have just returned after a few days in the 'smoke'. As ever I returned with the same conclusion, what a place! The gentry must have had one hell of a life 'back in the day' living in one of the many thousands of town houses. Five or six stories of luxury, often having a little green in front of them in case you needed a 'bit of air' Granted for every thousand 'Mr's' there were you had ten times that who suffered poverty in the capital on a daily basis, but lets no get bogged down with the ugly stuff! The place is just ram packed with architecture and history, hustle and bustle. Yes the people are selfish and panic if you ask them anything i.e where's the tube station. But apart from that, and obviously the fact that your not getting change out of two million quid for your townhouse....flat, or that it's full of smog and gets a bit scruffy on the outskirts, it's one great city.
Returning back to Devon is like returning back to the 'Vicar of Dibley' but thats not a bad thing, its just a shame that all our properties are being snapped up (and are going up in price) by so many second home buyers from......London of course!

I am always amazed at how much love is in my little Hatties' body and how innocent she is. This morning she jumped on the bed beaming away and said "Give me a smile Daddy". You just have to love that. I did and then we talked about life in general, her wish to go swimming today and the fact that she had to give me lots of kisses. As we speak Hattie is giving us a 'breakdancing' show and then apparently its time for for 'a day of playing'. Just a different sort of playing on a Saturday! But first of all I have had another request "Daddy when can I have a huggy from you". Children are just great, they don't judge, they have no agenda and don't suffer from paranoia, they feel no pressure and are not embarrassed by nakedness, they openly show emotion and love, and they just want to have fun. A few lessons I'm sure we can all learn from, not least the nakedness.
Peace.

CH