I've been on holidays for a week. I've finished up in my previous position and am moving into another area at work, an area that my husband and are part owners. It's exciting and scary. I have another week's break until I'm back at work, a week to do whatever I like. I usually make endless lists of things that I want to do, and fulfil about a third (if that), but I have resisted actually writing them down this time...I'm not sure why. D teases me about these lists, lists that when you look at them, look at the time involved to achieve them leave no room for just relaxing. I have relaxed though. I've been to the movies, had dinner with friends, visited my grandparents, gone plant shopping and had lunch with my Dad, but now there's the rain. I want to select paint for the house, design some leadlight windows, work in the garden, make some shoes, tidy the craft room (which D tells me I could do that all week and still not have it finished, and I guess he may have been right about that).


But that was before the rain. Now I am going to Bunnings, D is waiting in the hall... off we go.
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