It's been a busy weekend and I seem to have found an extra reserve of energy (maybe this means the tanks are slowly refilling) to do things like slice three kilos plus of limes, go for a walk to get papers, milk, etc, put up the knife-holder in the kitchen, screw castors onto the bottom of a storage box, attempt to put up the mirrored cabinet in the hallway (third attempt still unsuccessful...... ), plug the holes in the outside of the bathroom wall that I think the laneway mice have been using as an entrance, dye more gloves, do the washing (accidentally washing my newish jeans in a hot wash, fingers crossed they haven't shrunk again), hung glass balls in the stairwell (this involved string and bulldog clips as usual), unloaded more stuff from the mobile storage unit (the car), had a visit from Shannon , who's off to the Big Apple, and let window-shopper have a look in the Cottage. OK I think writing all that just exhausted me.
Of course everything is even more of a mess around here because of all that.
Will these boxes never be unpacked?
I really need to make up a little studio section in the Big Room- I can feel an Ikea trip coming on........