Just had one of those epic journeys. Where everything seems stacked against you. The incessant rain, the flooding, the potholes, the diversions, the mountains of cars coming towards you in the opposite direction along a single track country lane with very few passing places. Oh did I mention it was dark and Friday rush hour too? There was stress. There were lessons learnt. And at the end of it all, sweet cattos waiting for cuddles and a nice glass of crisp white wine ready and waiting. Turning into that final driveway is like the gates of heaven opening. Sometimes being a housesitter has its challenges but chilling out on the sofa here, in front of an open fire, listening to Christmas tunes makes up for it all.