I was officially weary yesterday by 5pm. I'd completed lots of house and garden chores including a bit of decluttering, well, a lot actually. It was really warm and I was just about ready to fall down by 5. The decluttering occurred when I decided to look for a belt that I may need for next weekend. I started bagging up old magazines that I was supposed to be sifting through to pull out articles on decor, recipes, travel, anything that interested me, prior to passing on to J. This plan has been years not happening so I decided to forgo the sifting and just bag up and ship off. Haven't found the belt yet.
You know I'm away next weekend but, as usual, I'll have my pen and journal to hand at all times, ready to recount for your delectation.
You might be surprised to know that you're currently pouring over our 100th entry. You have ploughed through 100 entries of pure drivel my friend. I bet you're wishing I'd just sent smellies for your birthday instead of subjecting you to weekly torment? Well, that's what you get for leaving me ;) x
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