Some people dream big. Some dreams don’t sound big to others but are to the dreamer and I think, this is where my dream lies.
When we moved to the farm six years ago, I had never lived on a farm before. I was wet behind the ears, as they say in these parts.
I had no idea about mud. The sheer amount of mud when it rains that gets tramped though your house. The summer dust, the hay and straw that gets into little (and big) people’s socks and pants.
I should have asked for a boot room when they were renovating our side of the house. My mother in law’s side has one. I just didn’t know.
I am continually mop my kitchen floor-only for it to be covered in paw and foot prints within
I therefore have a dream.
For a boot room.
How rock and roll is that? Not a yacht, not a holiday home in Barbados. A boot room.
A room that will take all the mud, dirt and grime away from my kitchen.
A place where muddy boots can be kicked off. A place where hats, gloves, scarves and waterproofs can be hung up or tidied into baskets. A place where dog leads can be lain.
I obviously have a Pinterest board set up. The boot room would solve ALL of my problems. All of them. My whole life will be that bit more organised down to just that one room.
My one woman campaign is in full swing with the farmer. I have promised him the world for this boot room. He is a bit politician in his ways though and continually says we will talk about it at a later date.
I felt by writing this post, the whole world can hold him to account to make my dream come true.
There is one other little reason I want the new boot room. Obviously, you don’t need to tell him this bit.
I want another dog. I can get a lovely tweed bed for the boot room for my Labrador puppy.
Until the green light is given, you will find me adding to my Pinterest board and stalking the lovely Katie from Heels and Hooves who has just got a new Labrador puppy.
Please Mr L.