I have a huge love of stained glass, it’s always been a sadness for me that I’ve never lived anywhere that’s got any!

Years ago, I decided that my last house would have had some in it when it was built so it was my ‘duty’ to put some back in. I went on a stained glass making course and half-built a window then my job got more and more demanding and I never got round to going back for another term to finish it. I still have it all wrapped in newspaper in the garage but of course it’s entirely the wrong size and shape for the new house.

My next plan is to make new stained glass panels for our front door in this house, but I expect I may never get round to it, having always a million projects on the go and somehow this one never surfaces at the top of the list.

So, it’s with great delight that I have found a beautiful stained glass panel in the front door of my ‘home from home’ and hence its appearance in my diary today.

I know one of my dear friends shares my passion for it because the lovely Gail makes stained glass herself I believe. She’s certainly talented with glass because I am now the proud owner of two deliciously wonderful pendants that she gave me last time we met. One day soon, one of them will be the subject of my pic, but I’ve not yet worked out how to do the exquisitely beautiful things justice with a camera yet!

I’m tired and feeling ever so sad after seeing my place on the sofa so beautifully shot by DM yesterday. I felt a pang of loneliness and longing to be there, in that spot so badly this afternoon when I saw it that I actually shed a tear at my desk in my office in Epsom. How I long to sit there, tuck my feet up (which is how the shoes got left behind – I slipped them off to do just that on Monday evening) with a cup of tea in my hand and Rosie on my knee. I miss my family when I’m here so much. All I want to do tonight is be there but I’m here. However comfortable and nice it is here, it’s just not home.

Last year, my world was misty!