Empty teacups

Dear Mum and Dad, this web

I hate going to your house. Really – it’s cold and lonely there and the drive is totally not worth it.

There’s no tea waiting for me, youth health no hugs, malady no kisses and perhaps most importantly – no dogs. Of course, it isn’t always like this, which is – I admit – the real problem. I’m used to the warm welcome, the hugs, the kisses, the “should I put the kettle on” or better yet, “I already made the tea”. I’ve been spoiled by a Father who, after 30+ years still calls me Snug sometimes, a Mother who I never run out of things to talk about with and the dogs dancing with excitement as though they couldn’t imagine anyone they would want to see more. Not to mention when you are actually in town you keep the heat on. When you aren’t around and I have to stay there for an extended period of time I do things like visit my teacup collection:

Or take pictures of my pregnant belly.

When you are around life is more like it should be:

I try not to let the dogs lick me - but Katie has the fastest tongue in the west.

Come home soon – it is going to be a long (and cold! – I totally don’t blame you for escaping to the south) winter with out you.

Love, Melanie

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