Do you ever.....

It must be called the Lounge because, as we all know, my mother was the prototype for Mrs Bucket!! She wasn't known as The Duchess for nothing!

Oh dear! My tongue in cheek post of 22 January has got me into trouble with somebody who took me literally!
For the record, I do not have a stately home with multiple reception rooms, a butler,or rolling acres!
So I hope OPgrndtr has realised that by now, recognised the irony and packed her disapproval away.
Anyway, “ that” room (according to Hattie) is known as the Kennel ? ?

Just got back from a 4 day trip, staying in a hotel with a shower room. I got back home yesterday and this morning ran a bath. We have a huge and comfortable bath and as I slipped under the suds, such a feeling of comfort enveloped me - of being home and of being back with everything familiar.

in the living room!

No. I don't feel attached to my home for some reason. But a few days ago we were playing Labyrinth on the settee, the tv and radio were off and it was so quiet and peaceful that I could hear the clock ticking. I got such a lovely feeling.

As usual, this site expresses all my feelings. I am so grateful for my home, and don't get lonely as so many people seem to want to come and stay. Must be doing something right. On the mornings of going away, does anyone get the feeling that they don't want to go? "Why am I leaving my lovely home?" and all that. I'm usually glad I've done it though afterwards.

That should be 'the pipes which connect' etc. It's bamboozled my brains as well. Maybe I should break open the cherry brandy instead!

I do love my little home but it's a bit of a bomb site at the moment. Last week I had to empty the cupboard under the sink as the which connect the washing machine leaked over the base (fitters didn't tighten it properly when installing). Am waiting for the kitchen fitters to agree to replace the cupboard which it spoiled.
Flippin' 'eck - then yesterday morning the boiler decided to join in, plumber coming tomorrow to fix.
So yes, normally I do love my little house but have fleetingly wondered if I'd be better off in a tent (only joking) as these domestic problems can become a bit overwhelming at times.
I am grateful to actually have a home of course and a sit down with a nice cup of tea is still cheering.

Funnygran, Would you be willing to divulge the brand and model of your lovely fire, please? Sounds great and just what I'm looking for as next significant purchase. I don't even know where to start researching for the best modern selection.

I love my home and love being at home. We have a sitting room! I love my state of the art modern kitchen, cosy sitting room and especially my room downstairs which houses hundreds of books, my computer etc.

When we lived in Holland we had a beautiful open plan house with log fire and very stylish. It was great for a growing family but our present house is more cosy - or as they say in Holland ‘gezellig’. That is the equivalent of hygge and not translatable.

This thread has given me real food for thought. I love the town I live in and especially the very caring community here, but the house itself......hmm. I like it a lot; it's very versatile and big enough to house several generations of the family, lodgers, visitors etc., but it's not often I feel it's cosy and I really do get wearied with keeping on top of all the housework. Our house is also home to non-family members, so perhaps that's why I don't seem to be attached to it in the same way as others are to their homes. Or perhaps because it's my 19th home I don't really get attached to bricks and mortar. I don't know. I shall ponder some more.

Mr GG13 is in the “lounge” I am in the kitchen in my lovely comfy seat, wine in hand (ok dry January is over) looking at the snow outside feeling safe, cozy and warm.

Whatever you call the rooms in your home, they are yours and they hold your memories and they will continue to make new memories.

sadly - a big no

We’ve downsized and I’m lucky to love this house just as much as the family home we left.

DH can’t understand why I always like to leave the house clean and tidy when we go away, even for a couple of days. I just love that feeling of comfort and security I get when I walk back in and its all lovely and welcoming. The house sort of envelopes me.

We have a small front room (sometimes sitting room) and a back room. It was a conservatory but we had a solid roof put on and apparently it should now be called a garden room. But that sounds too posh and its more like a sitting/living room. It still hasn’t found it’s name.

Love it all apart from sun shining in and showing up my dirty windows.

I know what you mean, Happy. It took me several years before the house we now have felt like “home” - I think it takes time to put your own stamp on a place, doesn’t it, and gradually change things as and when finances allow, so that it becomes truly yours and not the previous occupants.

Always the front room, never ever called it anything else, nothing else would trip off my tongue, but each to his own. When I was a child, the dining room was always the French window room - what a mouthful! And what was even more odd as a child, we always lived in the kitchen except for Sundays and Christmas and Boxing Days. Now that was cosy, always a roaring fire and the bliss of a tin bath in front of it - can’t do that in a lounge!!

I hope I stay well enough to live out my days in the family home - with all it’s memories. The ‘children’ and grandchildren think of it as Home and nothing makes me happier than when they all surge in opening the fridge and so on, and start their laughing and teasing. I feel blessed.

Love the living room in our new home. Beautiful, comfy and cosy!

It is indeed the little things that make life worth living and how lucky we are to have lovely comfortable homes - some people will never know that luxury and that makes me very sad whilst still very much appreciating what I have, I never take it for granted.

Sitting in my cosy lounge/ sitting room/ parlour ( just to keep GG happy ) The wood burner is glowing, my dogs are sleeping on their beds and my husband has just made some coffee - bliss.
I don't like a warm bedroom or bed so open window, no heating and definitely no electric blanket. My husband has his own warmer room.

I always say 'sitting room' because it is where we sit....'lounge' always sounds very Hyacinth Bucket to me - have I got this the wrong way round? I love my home; we now have a house almost identical to the one I grew up in. I find the greatest joy in life from what we cannot buy; from my back window I have a view of such natural beauty; rolling fields, old houses, some with smoking chimneys, and all the lovely subtle shades of winter in the garden. The pleasure from these simple things outweighs pretty well anything else for me.

Our house is about a kitchen and a lounge, but it is when I slip into my bed at night that I feel that frisson and very often say simply “I love my bed”. It’s my most favorite place to be.

I cam downstairs early this morning as I was going out. Took my breakfast into the dinning part of the sitting room and sat down. I looked around and thought how wonderful and cosy, the fire was still glowing and the room warm. The colours in the room sort of mingled and it looked in but tidy. Love it.

This topic made me think about how I feel about our house.
We have lived here for six years, but I still don't quite think of it as 'home'. Perhaps because we lived in our previous home for nearly 30 years. Maybe it's something which develops over time. I love the house itself, our location, our neighbours and the village, but when speaking to people I nearly always refer to "our house" not our home. But I wake up every morning and look out over fields and think how much nicer it is than just seeing more houses across the road. I know how lucky we are and I hope we never have to leave here. So I really must start to consciously think of it as home.

BTW our sitting room/lounge is always called the Living room, even though we do sit and lounge in it!