Home is where the tea is...

...and with a hop, skip and a jump fairy K launches herself into the wonderful world of blogging! Hello everyone! Unfortunately this blog doesn't come live from the railway cottage, but from fairy K's home-from-home, a magical castle filled with books and rabbit holes and walls made of glass. I can tell you that all is well though, fairies J and K are missing the V but she'll be back tomorrow surrounded by adventure stories and memories and chocolate so we can definitely wait until then!

Last night fairy K went to a fantastic gig complete with cowboy hats and dancing on pianos, though she was surrounded by fairies who should never have been told that dancing in public was okay. She flew home on over ground wings to find fairy J and little C snug and comfy in the cottage. Fair play to the lads at the end of the day, true professionals, fantastic. Little C went to bed early as he has many mountains yet to climb. Fairy J fell asleep on the couch after some hardcore chamomile and a lovely solo music session. Fairy K kindly didn't take any photos but was totally thinking about it.

After spending nearly a week in the town where she was born (lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life, in a yellow submarine), fairy K has started thinking about the problem of the word 'home' and all that it entails. Home can be a lifelong thing. Home can be created in a moment or taken away just as quickly, home can be a person or a place or even an object. Home can be a piano or a couch or a cup or a photograph, or a specific arm around your shoulders. Even on holidays, every fairy says 'let's go home', talking about a hotel room where hundreds of other fairies have slept and woken even in that year.

Being a home bird is another difficult thing to think about. Maybe it can also mean being a bird who just likes homes in general, not just one home or another. Living away from the town where she was born, fairy K has come to realise that she may not in fact be a home bird at all as she always thought, but rather some sort of miniature seagull. After all, it's possible to make a home wherever you find the love and the love finds you. The railway housie trademark brand of love makes a happy home for us and for everyone we love. For fairy K, it's more than that as well.

A famous and fantastic man, famed for his complexity and opacity was once asked what the two most important things in the world were to him. This man simply said 'work and love'. These are what make up fairy K's idea of home. Wherever the work is, wherever the love is, she will follow and that will be her home.

Now, to temper that last bit with a horse of a different colour, fairy K has bought some fairy boots! Very pretty and comfy they are too, for despite loving to jump in puddles and splash splash splash, fairies shouldn't get their feet wet. Ever. It's not good for the magic. So this fairy will be warm and dry all winter, let the puddle jumping and leaf kicking commence!

The railway cottage is calling, so no more for now. The Magdalena's Message Of The Day is being transmitted by fairy magic and is saying: 'Getting lost like a child in the forest is a condition of beginning'. That's good. Fairies like getting lost, it's good for the sparkly eyes and the gossamer wings. Fred The Parrot's Gossip is that pumpkin soup is on the breeze and costumes need to be dreamt up!

The Song Of The Day is

If you sing a song, sing a song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them

For the bats and belfry and the fairies on Main Street
For the deadbeat daddies and the Boulevard freaks
For the little girls with the carousel eyes
And the brick-a-brak finding housewives, losing their minds

Sing the song for them, if you sing a song
Sing the song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To the never-made-its, and the unrecognized
To the alley rats and the tenement flies
To the weekend tweakers, the blond and the blind
To the ex-thrill seekers in the methadone lines

Sing the song for them, if you sing a song, sing the song for them

To who you are, and will never be
To the shaking hand of the maker we’re all going to meet

Sing the song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them.