When you are at home, even if the chicken is a little burnt, what's the big deal? Relax.
It's very homely, this castle. It doesn't have huge ballrooms. I didn't want a cold, cavernous place.
I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.
Our kitchen is warm; it's who we are. And it has everything. Honestly, I could get rid of the rest of the house and just live in the kitchen.
I don't like posh hotels. I like small, eclectic hotels, and luxury for me would mean really good company with good food in a really funky, beautiful house in the middle of a field where someone came and serviced the place for us.
Excuse the mess but we live here.
I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!
Actually, I'm quite a domesticated person. I love the little things of home.
Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.
Radio, sewing machine, bookends, ironing board and that great big piano lamp - peace, that's what I like. Butterbean vines planted all along the front where the strings are.
The Loden in Vancouver, where I stayed when I was filming 'The Arrow,' is a family-run hotel with a fantastic restaurant, great facilities, and brilliant people.
I spend a lot of time in our kitchen. I find it the cosiest, friendliest place in the house. It's not something my American upbringing prepared me for, but now that I live in England, it's become very important to me.
Call me cheesy but a dream home is really where the heart is.
Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors.
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.
I love the homely atmosphere of Indore and Bhopal. People here are very warm and affectionate.
It's nice to have the creature comforts of home.
The firmest house in my fiction, probably, is the little thick-walled sandstone farmhouse of 'The Centaur' and 'Of the Farm'; I had lived in that house, and can visualize every floorboard and bit of worn molding.
He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions.
The household I grew up in... was rather like an Ovaltine advert. There was a huge fire, a kettle on the fire, the oven with the bread being baked every day, and there was the radio; it was very magical to hear all these wonderful programmes.
I love being domestic: making coffee, just putting on a record, and just sitting, not doing anything. It's so great.
I try to be careful how much I sing about the suburban house or whatever.
My home is my castle, and I spend a lot of time nurturing it, redecorating - moving this and adjusting that, adding flowers and candles.
Some people, you can see that they're in a house just because it functions OK for them. It checks the boxes for certain things that they need, but you can tell that they're not emotionally connected to the house.
