We've been home a few days from vacation, now I feel so sad its bordering on  depression.  Gareth isnt well, wih a and has actually gone to bed.  The reason for my depression iis the house, I dont like it.  You walk in and there are a,load of coats on hooks no where else to put them.  You go into the kitchen and there is the cooker which oven doesnt work, and it looks scruffy to my eyes.  Go in the dinning room and you have the hole from the upstairs wet room, which social workers made us have because of Emma's epilepsy. Upstairs we have three rooms, on room has become a dumping ground for things that there is no where else to put, the bedrooms arent too bad.

The thing is I grew up in a house that was cleaned and tidied by my mum she seemed to like housework.  And it was beautiful although on a council estate.  

We moved twice because of Emma and where her school was.  I just wish I could go back to our big house which hhad enough room, a big downstairs room, kitchen and bathroom.  We were also nearer the town and the bus and train stations, here we have 1 bus an hour, and 2 trains an hour. I dont drive, and gareth is thinking of giving up driving soon.  Which will make things worse.  The town is on a  hill.  There is a flat way to walk it, but pushing Emma in her wheelchair wont be fun.

All in all today doesnt feel good.