A milestone in family living. Our nine year old whips up pancakes for the crew. It’s the first time he has laid on a cooked spread like that. A flag has been planted firmly into the ground.
Inspired by our outing yesterday we filled black bags. Not junk, but items that we felt we could live without. It’s easy to choose between good and bad no? What about between good and good? Thirteen bin bags at the last count, DVD’s, Clothes, Shoes and Bags.
Have started a train of thought in my mind. Why do I work? To pay for the mortgage of course, and bills and to live. Why is owning a house so important to me? I need to push this further out and see what comes back.
Blessings
