Rainy Days and Turkeys

The house has gone quiet, everyone has returned to their homes, the smells, the sounds, the laughter have all died away - tomorrow it is back to work and as if the holiday never happened. Tiny House goes back to being just a place to live until the next time the kids and their families come to breathe life back into the place, fill the air with memories, the smells of coking, the laughing, dogs roaming through blocks and other toys scattered across the floor in search of hand out's and Max taking center stage. Something to look forward to...