Cwtch

My sister came to visit our lovely house today. We ate burgers in the pub, introduced her to Hunderby and Honey Boo Boo and sat round our rickety wooden table to enjoy her specialty: beef marinade.
It's the most wonderful feeling - having a house like ours. It feels like a home, our home. Chloe and I had a cwtch on the sofa and mused that it would have been impossible to do so last year. I don't feel like I have to be so careful here - I can leave things lying around, sit haphazardly; legs akimbo and it doesn't matter. I love it here.