I gave up my car a year ago as it spent way too much time sitting idle on the road and I could no longer justify the expense of owning it. I figured I can pretty much get whatever I need in my town by using my feet, but it does take some energy and effort. I've altered my shopping routine and no longer do one big weekly food shop. Instead I shop daily, both at the supermarket and in town from the market/butcher/baker, and carry it home using Little B's pushchair in lieu of a shopping trolley. It's hard work (we live two thirds up a steep hill), but needs must. Yesterday also involved a two mile round trip to go to the Post Office depot to collect two parcels for J. Plus a trip to the hardware shop to buy a large bag of kindling wood for the fire which I managed to carry home (along with the food shopping) balanced precariously on top of the pushchair hood.
What I'm trying to say in my usual round about way is that I've been busy this week, and I've felt really physically tired at the end of each day. Too tired to sit and write. Last night, I really, really wanted to spend time writing my "November" post. I settled down at my desk and uploaded all my pictures, it was about 8.20pm. Little Lady came by and said in her sweetest voice that she really wanted us to sit on the sofa by the fire and do some colouring together. I moaned. I tried to put her off. I told here this was My Time. I told her to go and colour by herself cos I needed to Get On With My Writing. And then I heard my own voice and it sounded so gruff and mean and selfish. Silly, silly me. So I closed down my laptop and made a Change Of Plan.
I pulled the green sofa right up in front of the fire and plumped up all the cushions. I lit candles. I put a huuuuuuuge log on the fire. Then Little Lady and I settled down together. To chat, to sing, to snuggle, to listen to music, to watch the fire. It was sooooooooooooooo cosy. A lovely, peaceful end to the day.
A little while later, when the Little Peeps had finally been persuaded into bed, I went and made up my bed with freshly laundered sheets, still warm from the tumble drier. I filled my hot water bottle and slipped it under the duvet. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh my sweet bed!!! How I look forward to seeing you each evening!
Just before I drifted off to sleep I browsed through a few pages from one of my bedside books. This one is called "Words on a Simple Life", I've mentioned it once before....the words fill my heart with happiness and gratitude.
I've still not managed to write my November post have I? Already it's 3rd December, Advent has begun, Christmas is fast approaching and I've got that all-too-familiar feeling that I am behind with absolutely everything.
Never mind. It doesn't matter. It'll be OK.
So until I can find the time to sit quietly with my thoughts and write about November, this mosaic of images will have to suffice. November was good, wasn't it?