This week I have to confess I've been feeling rather low, and not my usual self at all. Nothing monumental to report, nothing dramatic or traumatic has happened, it's just the predictable humdrum of returning to domestic routine after a rather fandabidozy holiday.
I spent aaaaaaaaages the day before yesterday uploading images of Bruges to the blog to share with you, then simply ran out of time to actually write anything. Then yesterday, I had quite forgotten that J would be working from home and would therefore be in My Attic. All day. So I was forced to remain at home but away from my Attic24 Comfort Zone, which left me prowling round in the Messy Zone (ie the whole damn house) feeling all cross and grumpy and out of sorts.
In fact, yesterday I was compelled to confront The Piles.
Yes, I managed to sort through two small piles of clutter (a mere teeny-tiny tip of a very large Clutter Iceberg in residence at number 24). The above crate (containing Little People art/craft/school work) is just one example of the teeny-tiny tip yet to be dealt with. Clutter is monumental in this house I tell you. MonUmENtal.
Oh yeah, yesterday I also managed to clear the coffee table too.
And I managed to wash, peg, unpeg, fold and stack two loads of laundry.
I am still working my way through the post-holiday laundry actually, and wondering where it will ever end. How did we manage to wear and make dirty (absolutely filthy in some cases) so many items of clothing?? How?
And then there is the outside stuff ganging up on me too.
Just like last year, I am suddenly aware that it is now June and sadly too late to plant many of the seeds. These are, of course, seeds which are left over from last year when I also forgot to plant them in time. I can see a sad, sad pattern forming here.
My lovely big blue pot which last summer contained sweetpeas, is currently growing a healthy crop of robust weeds. I have not yet bought any plantlets to fill my pots and am finding the prospect of it all a little overwhelming. Too late to plant seeds and no available funds to buy plants either. oh Poop.
Then there is the grass in my teeny front garden......oooo about 10 inches high would you say? In need of a trim then possibly. I'll add it to the list of chores.
Ahhhh you know what, I am missing my family quite a lot this week too. After spending pretty much 24/7 with them last week, I miss those 3 pairs of feet accompanying mine.
Awwwww I am so so sorry that this post has turned out to be a somewhat downhearted, self-indulgent whinge-fest. I am so sorry folks, I know you come here to feel uplifted and happy and probably don't expect to find me moaning and groaning at you. But hey, you know, I'm only human. And this blog is an honest record of daily life chez-moi, which mostly is buoyant and smiley and cheerful but very occasionally not. And today happens to be one of the Not days.
On a brighter note, this morning at the cafe, I finally finished frogging the white.
AAAhhhhhhhhhhh I am so relieved that the white has gone, it was most definitely the right decision to get rid.
And I've changed my mind yet again about the colours for the next rounds too :: not going to do blues, but random colours instead. After looking at the squares all laid out together, there is already a lot of control in the colour choices, and it all needs a little shaking up, a little more heat and zing. Yeah Heat and Zing, bring it on!
But for now I am slightly stuck because I have run out of yarn.
And I have run out of money to buy yarn.
And even if I did have the money, my car is caput and refusing to start so I cannot drive the eight miles to the yarn shop anyway.
So I have not been able to crochet for over a week now, which is not helping the mood around these parts.
Right, I need to scoot off now and go do more laundry, and try to work out what to cook for dinner with only tuppence-ha'penny in my purse and no food in the cupboards. What a pity you can't eat grass and weeds, this years crop is splendid don't you know.