A house is not a home…

…. until it welcomes friends and loved ones.

This is a phrase I am coining for my new living alone status. I have decided, whilst I have throughly enjoyed my time alone over the last week and a bit (and I know that isn’t long), that the door will always be open to people who want to call by and pop in.

Suppose I know that I am a social critter (with occassional lone-time requirements) and that I will welcome people that I care about in for a cuppa, a bite or just a chat. I don’t like the idea formality; pre-arranging for people to come round is cool if it for a sit down meal or something.

I will have an open door policy and that I will at least be able to offer a cuppa and biscuit.

A house is not a home until it welcomes friends and loved ones.

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