IMAGES OF THINGS THAT SPEAK OF HOME……….
Despite being a rubbish cook and one of the most disorganised people I can think of, I am at heart a serious home-bird. My nest is not necessarily a very tidy one and the performance of household chores ranks on my enjoyment scale somewhere alongside cleaning out the gutters or unblocking the drains but they are a necessary evil which I eternally perform because the end result, though short-lived, is so very pleasurable. My routine may be irregular and certainly haphazard but a shiny bathroom sink, a buffed and polished table, a wooden floor with not a single dog hair in sight, are sources of old-fashioned domestic pride to be revelled in, if only for a day.
Of all the pleasant smells and aromas that fill my home on these occasions, perhaps my favourite is the scent of newly washed and – wait for it – freshly ironed bed linen. Yes, I may well be bonkers in our modern era of instant this and instant that to devote any time to an iron but it seems to me a small price to pay for the delicious pleasure at the end of a wearisome day, of climbing into bed and being enveloped in beautiful, crisp, white embroidered sheets which smell of soap and lavender and Home.