Home again.

I moved back home today.

A house is many faceted place it has, under its roof many functions each separate, each identified by a room or a space. The kitchen is self evident although it can also double for a community centre when the house is lucky enough to have a family staying in it. It's a gathering place where whilst food is prepared conversations are had in this non formal space, a space which elsewhere the conversations would assume a different sort of gravitas. The chat, whilst the kettle is boiling can lead to to open commentary which when seated in the lounge (sitting room room the lads and lasses up North) would invite a more serious response.
The lounge is the open face a sort of exterior to family life, a place where visitors are seated and entertained, where normally resides the television, and where when the TV is peaceful the HiFi gets a chance to play and reminisce.
There are the rooms where the function is very private and one in which the day starts its routine by washing the sleep away and getting today's face into shape.
But for me the main room has been my bedroom. A place to withdraw and hide, to pull up the sheets and burrow away until sleep removes one, for a few hours at least before the whole saga starts again.
I had been forced out of this holy of holies by a leak which had sprung whilst away over Christmas. The water had dripped out of the cistern tank and seeped into the carpet and down onto the lounge ceiling. To get to everything meant decanting the room of my bookcases and books, plus the bed, and lifting the carpet to blow hot air under the carpet to dry it out. Floorboards came up and hot air also blown onto the damp ceiling below which I think will have to be re -plastered. 

But tonight after several spent in another bedroom I'm back, secure amongst my things, happy to be home and sure of a good nights sleep !!!