Have been lying awake trying to convince myself of the merits of going home. I've even managed to categorise some of them.
Category One - Plumbing
Sinks with plugs that fit, modern taps that don't drip all night, three toilets, two showers and a dishwasher. Normal sized sinks with room for a soap dish, a washing machine that washes clothes. A water system that doesn't lose pressure when you have a shower.
Category Two - General Household
A bin, a postman, a letterbox. Two parking spaces for two cars. A full set of pans and a food processor. A potato masher, knife sharpener and tin opener that works. A music system and CD collection. A DVD player that doesn't fall off the telly. A change of sheets, fluffy towels instead of white ones stolen from hotels. A table in the kitchen and central heating when it's cold. A big fridge, five rings on the hob, a slow cooker and a teapot. A kettle that whistles, a breadmaker.
My stripey egg cup.
Book, books, books. Rubbing my feet along the cracks in the floorboards when I'm wearing socks. A variety of drawers and wardrobes to store my clothes. A window in the bathroom to let the steam out. A radiator to dry towels. Hooks to hang coats and bags.
Category Three - Aesthetics
Pictures and mirrors. Curtains, rugs, carpets that don't smell of non-existent dogs. A variety of wall colours as a change from Prison Beige.
Comfort
A bigger bed, a feather duvet and feather pillows.
Miscellaneous
Country pubs, supermarkets with big car parks rather than hot underground ones. A gym, swimming pool, post office and childcare in the village. The H delicatessen shop on the A49, the predictability of Marks and Spencer and John Lewis. Kenco instant coffee, proper bacon, the Grappenhall Tandoori.
Turning right at a junction, keeping to the left when driving, not merging right, not honking the horn, not running red lights.
Jeremy Clarkson, Jeremy Paxman and Jonathan Ross. Radio 4, channel 4, BBC2. Carrier bags that don't break, windows that don't leak. Frost, soil, mud, fog, snow, sleet, ice. The smell of cut grass, the smell of hot pavement after a rainstorm. Robin redbreasts, hedgehogs. Not banging my shoes and the ironing board for hidden bugs.
A choice of shoes, leather gloves when it's cold, the bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, the jewellery I didn't bring. Handbags I haven't seen for twelve months. A spare bedroom when I can't sleep. Having a nightcap from one of our best glasses as a treat.
But am I convincing myself?
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Don't sat you have run out of the Kenco I brought over already. Though it's probably not the same out of Australian mugs!
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