'Difficult to say what makes a home a home' thought Hortensia, she had rushed back to Persimmon Heights to check on baby Harriet and Archibold and found them both happily asleep. As long as Archibold was snoring, little Harriet slept too, she seemed to feel safe as long as she could hear the rumble and snuffles as he settled into his soft pillows. Archibold loved sleeping, climbing into a comfy bed with lovely warm fluffy covers was a delight that he had never stopped relishing, he loved to stroke his beard and tucking the end into his pyjamas (in case of snagging on buttons) - ease into his usual blissful slumbers.
The moment Hortensia walked through her kitchen door, she felt such joy and peace - here was her haven, her place of heart ease - her home. 'Breakfast' she thought 'what do I fancy today - perhaps a little scrambled egg with sautéed mushrooms in wild garlic, that would wake Archibold and Harriet up', and with that she set to rustling up a tasty breakfast - happy in her home!
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