So, today I went to spend the day with my uncle and aunt...my fathers brother. Now, I don't actually have anything to do with my father but his brother pretty much bought me up as one of his own so his wife is kind of like my 2nd ma and his sons are like brothers.
It's the most craziest house in the world. People are always coming over for a cuppa or just dropping in cos there's a roast in the oven. There's no airs and graces, just old school Londoners having a good time.
I always love the atmosphere there and when I manage to get a place of my own, they inspire me to fill it with people, laughter, fun, warmth and love. Everyone's welcome whether it be for a gossip, a story or a shoulder to cry on.
Not just a house.....a home.
