I love that story, DP! LOVE IT!
So glad you posted it. I saw it in the Dom Post and got all misty-eyed at the thought of grumpy old Henry, the new daddy celebrating his eleventy-first birthday. And look at how teeny-tiny his little baby is! Awwwww. How can something be so criminally ugly and so wonderfully cute at the same time?
I have my dream house in New Zealand. I am looking at it on Google Maps as I type.
It's gorgeous. Stunning. And I want to live there.
The Bloke and I keep talking about moving out there. He's lived there before and loved it. I get the feeling I'd like it there
Did I mention the house is stunning
Oh please, Miss! Can we have pictures? Or coordinates? Go on, show us some real-estate porn. I love a saucy little cottage, me. Whereabouts is your dream home? North or South Island? Does it come with sheep? I like sheep.
My fantasy house in New Zealand looks out onto Wharariki Beach, which is just on the outer curve of Golden Bay at the tip of the South Island. Here's the view through the trees:
And here's the beach itself, with its beautiful sea-carved archway:
The house doesn't actually exist yet, but in my mind it's a lovely thing, with big breezy windows and warm wooden floors and soft white beds that you wake up in and hear the sound of the sea leaning in to say hello. And there's a big wooden table in the kitchen with room enough to spread out my papers and work for hours. And a stone-lined fire pit outside to sit around on chilly nights, and play the ukulele, and sing up into a sky that's full of strange and wonderful stars.
It's good to have dreams. 'Tis.