Ok, I am jealous. I know I shouldn't be, but I am.
My little boy had a couple of friends round to play today, and I dropped them home afterwards (I hadn't been to their house before) and I was taken aback by how fantastic their house is.
It is the kind of house you would pay good money to look round and come away thinking 'if only'.
The parents are absolutely lovely and I know it must take a lot of upkeep to look after such an old house, but I still couldn't help myself thinking about what it must be like to live there.
I have also recently become friends with another couple who have moved to the village. They are possibly the nicest and most generous people I have met. They recently moved into the 'big house' in the village, complete with pool, tennis court and everything else.
Again, I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I am a little bit. And I know it is just my ego talking, but I wonder what they will think when they come round to our little bungalow with its woodchip wallpaper and scruffy old furniture.
In fact, I am sure they will say nothing, it is just me being silly.
I love my little house really. I love that is so ugly and tiny from the front, then when you walk in, it opens up to a lovely family home. It is relatively cheap to look after and was a bargain when we bought it.
Perhaps it is just me and my Jane Austen/Pride and Prejudice fantasies about living in the Manor House and floating around in a lovely dress, reciting poetry.
But I am certain that neither friend does that anyway.
In fact, who does?!?!?
Time to put away my silly thoughts, and enjoy the house I am lucky enough to own.
