There's nothing like a weekend of must do office work to make composing a blog post seem ultra important.
I am in the middle of a lot of stuff and then promotion board stuff as well for which I have to record a one minute video. It's excruciating.
In other stuff, there are some signs of spring with blossom appearing and this weekend the weather seems quite mild.
How good are we to match Charlie's fur tones to the cushions? Of course, he is not allowed on the sofa.
I have a longing to be in the West Country at the homes of people who are no longer alive. My sister who lived in a charming converted vicarage at low rent in inner city Bristol and gave it up to move to a grim flat in Hackney and my father who lived in a house on a Ley line in sight of Glastonbury Tor.
Instead, I went to Sydney for the weekend to stay with my daughter in her first little solo home. It is small and charming and so lovely for her to have her own space. She has a new job and a new boyfriend who has much to recommend him and seems very content.
We did not do much but I did get my first pedicure in 6 months and bought some havaianas from a vending machine, which while not as lovely as the flagship store in Sao Paolo was very convenient.
I got home late in the afternoon and watched 4 episodes of Selling Sunset which is about all my brain can consume these days.
That was something else but I am mostly through it and nesting and trying to find new daily routines and not to be sad about my walks along the ridge. By the time I left that house, I was cranky and ready to be gone not least because the owners were super unreasonable for a house that was old and imperfect. Anyway, it is nearly all done now, I have made multiple trips to the new local tip. I have a lock up which I secretly love and make little trips to it to store Christmas decorations and a sofa which would not fit up the stairs.
The new house does not yet have blinds or curtains so it is chilly but it does have heating and a heated lamp in the bathroom so it is not all misery. I have a spot for my desk, an organised garage (I bought two sets of shelves to store paint and cushions and the detritus of home maintenance) and all my art.
The kitchen has a fierce induction cooker and I suddenly understand those people who love them for the speed of which they heat water to boil pasta. It is hard to get the rhythm though when you've been used to using the time it took the water to heat to make a sauce and more than one thing has been burned to cinders.
I have not read a book in two weeks. I've barely watched tv since I only just got the internet working. I'll get there.
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