Our house is in a quiet neighbourhood in Oakridge. Every time I walk into it, I feel an immediate sense of warmth and security.
It is the most noticeable house in the street because of its colourful garden. There is a long driveway which leads to the house, and even before you enter through the old oak front door you can hear the sound of the happy voices of the large family that lives within.
The front door opens into a spacious hall. Downstairs there’s a bright kitchen with an open fireplace and a large wooden table where we all sit chatting for hours on winter evenings. The air is usually filled with the delicious smells of my mother’s cooking. Next to the kitchen is the living room, which is usually untidy as this is the place where we go to relax, watch TV or listen to music. As you go upstairs you can see doors leading to five bedrooms and two bathrooms. My bedroom has an antique four-poster bed and a dressing table next to the window. This is where I wake up every morning to the delightful sound of birds singing and the refreshing smell of coffee from downstairs.
When my friends come to my house they often describe it as a dream house, but to me it’s just “home sweet home” Составьте к этому тексту пять вопросов!