[garinda]

Originally Posted by garinda

Some of that's lovely.

Some of it's really quite sad.

I do understand, as we both left here at a similar time, and at a similar age. Though I was only in London, not living in Heidi's Alpine Italian moo-cow farm.

Home is not only where your heart is, but if you have a romantic nature, where those who genetically made us toiled, cried, sweat, laughed, and dreamed.

Just accept it the same way you're bi-lingual, or that you sometimes dream in Italian, or English.

Half your home is in lush Italian pasture land, and half is on cobbles, and wet, moorland sod.

Home is where the heart is.

Thankfully your's is big enough to be in two pieces at the same time.

I've just thought of a condensed version of all that guff.

Your roots are firmly planted here in Lancashire.

But you grew tall, and your blooms are in Castelverde.