I'm run dry of blog-post ideas that are current so I will blog about something I think about now and again.
Ever since I was a kid I've loved to look look at houses - any house that was not my own, and wonder what it would be like to live there. Even in the tiniest glimpse I can get an immediate sense of what it might be like inside and what I'd feel like living there. From the poorest shack to the fanciest of mansions I'm intriqued. I must say that I have always especially liked travelling at night and catching a peek as warm and buttery lights shine out.
Is it just me - or what?