I was thinking about the park home and not living there anymore, and while there are many things I won’t miss (like the 9 sleeping policeman I have to drive over to get from the park gate to my house) there are a whole heap of things I *am* going to miss.
In no particular order…
The little black cat that visits all the time…sometimes, not often but sometimes for a cuddle and not just the food :-)
Waking up each morning and wondering what new wildlife/animal/pet might be waiting on the stoep (or in the kitchen cupboards – many a time I’d open the cupboard to see a mouse staring back at me). I have a nasty suspicion though that Spikey (the porcupine) was moved on – I do hope he was relocated and not disposed of, but I haven’t heard him in ages and my black bags have remained intact.
There are actually three bunnies, a black one as well.
The peace and tranquility that comes with living in the middle of a veld…
And whilst taking a break from packing over the weekend (had run out of steam by that stage) I had a look through my photograph albums and discovered a picture taken when we moved into the place – 5 years ago. It isn’t really surprising then that as much as I cannot wait for the FH house to be ‘finished’ – I really am going to miss this place.
