All my young life my happy place was in Grandad’s front room.
Our lovely Granny lived in her bed there (she had multiple disabilities and it’s just where she lived, just like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I suppose…totally normal to us)
Grandad would often be sat on the floor, back to the fire where the butter would be melting on top.
We would play draughts and scrabble mastermind, cards and frustration. He was a riot of funny jokes. Snooker and horse racing would be on the telly. We ate ice cream wafers (a lot.) He was generous and kind and truly one of my very best friends. He called me his Becky Blue Eyes. He always welcomed my friends, he taught me right from wrong and he loved me to pieces.
It was warm, worn, welcoming and cosy. It was another home.
I always felt loved there, safe and happy. I often drift back there in my mind. How lucky I was. I visited nearly every day.
A more recent happy place for me is the secret garden my husband created,tucked away in a little corner. I can sit here and drink my coffee in secluded peace and just pause a while. I love it.
Penny from A Residence
Jen from Love Chic Living
Amanda from The Ana Mum Diary
Chris from Thinly Spread
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