For a while now I have felt pretty much a peeping tom of blogland.
Dipping in and out, curtain twitching, without even a bye or leave!
My guilt over this misdemeanor has prompted me to join the ranks of the rantings....................................
or rather.............
I am waiting for the keys to my new home, I am excited and in major need of a distraction!
I am rather like a child on countdown to Christmas...just 28 sleeps left till.........
............I GET MY BUNGALOW!
My lovely flirty, thirties bungalow.
Labelled by Prince Charles as "homogenised boxes", and associated with ahem, people of an older disposition, (nearly there, not quite yet), bungalows have a very small fan club, but I'm in it.........in fact I declare myself President of The Bungalow Fanclub! Yeah!
I think they are charming, nostalgic and really rather sweet.
Fuddy Duddy?
Maybe, but I am a chintzy, ovaltine loving kinda gal!
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