I found so many things I had forgotten in that box last week, like this little sketchbook. I used to do a drawing each day in the garden of my old flat, so this is probably dated about 1997...
Things here are unbelievably hectic, I've not slept on anything comfortable for over a week, my hips are complaining vigorously but I'm paying them no heed. Furniture and boxes are strewn everywhere and the spare room is packed full after gutting out the main bedroom at Mr P's to strip, paper, paint and then lay new flooring (it's been chipboard for 4 years). He now claims he is genetically predisposed to muck up DIY, but with me not on top form he's had to pull his finger out and learn some skills.
It's been quite a torturous process but probably I think it was worth it has he has started to take a pride in his own efforts and, I love this bit, he finally understands the amount of hard work involved in doing a job properly and has been really appreciative of all I've done for him over the years. At one point he was up a ladder scrubbing away at a stain on the ceiling (which he would have just painted over in the past) and I heard him say in a chirpy voice "I think I'm becoming a perfectionist". Cute. I'm now having to teach him the importance of being thorough but not slow. Elbow grease, that's what he needs to learn about, and maybe if he gets a taste for it all he'll help me with my house one day.
Ok, got to run, still crazy busy and still not reading blogs, so I hope you are all ok and no major dramas. Still sunny here, hope your weather is as you wish it.