LAst night, I had a long converstation with my sister about somes houses that were in the family, notably a house in the Alps my grand-mother owned before selling it a few years ago. She told me my grand-father was selling his childhood house and that my father jocked that my sister and me should buy it, and we agreed that if we had the mean we would rather have bought my grand-mother house, because of it's emplacement and beauty.
So of course when I fell asleep soon after I dreamt of a cabin in the snow with her in it
I tend to have that kind of wish-furfilling-y kind of dream from time to time, but this one was both funny and rather sweet.