It was one of those Saturday afternoons. The customers had arrived and collected their cakes, the chores were completed, and it was a bright, sunny day. I took my daughters for a walk, to get some exercise and fresh air, and to see parts of our neighbourhood, that we haven’t previously explored.
We turned a corner, and there it was…this beautiful, pastel blue cottage, neatly tucked away from the main road. We all stopped and sighed at the dreamiest blue house, in the perfect shade of Delights by Cynthia blue.
“Oh Mummy…that’s the Delights House…” said Phoebe.
“I could move in tomorrow…” said Jemimah.
We stood there and dreamed about what the interior might look like, or how we could decorate the house in our dreams (not too girly…we always have to consider Mr Delights), the sign we’d put over the door, and all the great cakes we would bake in the kitchen.
If this house ever goes on the market, you know who will be putting in an offer…