Uselessly Smitten!

I went to visit someone’s house the other day. I didn’t know them very well and it was my first visit there. The houses are new builds, and at first, I thought they were flats but no, they were three storey town houses. She took me upstairs, saying the living accomodation was on the first floor.

We went into a beautiful open plan living area in a large wide L-shape. It housed the kitchen with an island, a spacious dining room, and the luxury lounge area.

It had a magnificent window on two corners of the wall that went from ceiling to floor. Views were over a field that sometimes had sheep in, she said, and on a good day you can see over to the mountains on the mainland.

I loved the space, it was light and airy. I especially liked the way the areas ran into into each other. When I asked what accommodation was on the other floors, she was happy to show me around.

The large picture window ran up the side of the entire house. Upstairs there were two bedrooms, both ensuite. The master room was the same area as the dining and kitchen below. In front of the picture window she had a two seater settee, perfect to admire the vista when you needed a quiet time. The bedroom also had a walk in closet, so no need for wardrobes.

The second bedroom was a good size too. In the basement where the entrance hall was, were two further bedrooms. One of which she used as an office. The final door lead to the garage.

Afterwards, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and then it began to amuse me. I’d fallen in love with something I couldn’t have, couldn’t put anywhere, couldn’t use, touch, smell, or eat. In fact, it was pointless. The only place it could exist was my head, and that was what amused me.

I told my husband, who doesn’t have my imagination. So you’ve gone off our bungalow already, have you?

It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t meant for me to wish I lived there. I loved my bungalow where we’ve been for the past two and half years. I wouldn’t change it for all the world. I love where I live. I don’t think he quite understood that. To be honest neither did I. I mean, what was the point?

So the day after, the house entered my thoughts again and suddenly realised how I could use it. I’m a writer… of course!

Some time this year, one of my lucky heroines is going to have a very nice home in which to do a dastardly deed!

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