It was supposed to be my last day working here but now I have two more weeks. I’m glad actually because I’m going to miss my little work space and all the lovely people that visit.
I’m not too sure what to do with the house now, there’s little piles of stuff everywhere and I don’t know whether to put it all back where it came from or pack it in boxes to store, its a bit frustrating being in limbo waiting for something to happen, not to mention the assault course necessary to get from one room to the other. To make matters worse the chief recipient of my moaning has gone on holiday and I haven’t got anyone to complain to! (I hope she’s having fun and resting because I have so very much to say when she gets back)
The garden is empty and so tidy it looks like we’ve gone already, the house looks like it’s been searched by burglars, roll on moving date. All of this yearning for a future date goes against my ‘enjoy every day’ policy!