So, I was all ready for a little TV before bed when my phone rang and it was my darling nephew asking if I had a teabag, milk and sugar? 10 minutes later, he was here and we had a good old catch up and chatted about all his plans, long story short, I've been booked to be his personal shopper in the clothes department and also apparently, his interior designer. Oh and we've also agreed to go running before the clocks go back, not sure which of us is more scared, at this moment... him, I think. Am I a cool Aunt or what?
Anyway, after exchanging "I love you's," he was off and I headed for bed, slept well and rose early to run, I only managed 30 minutes of jogging though as couldn't find my favourite sports bra, yesterday it was here... today... gone.
Coffee was lovely and I flipped through some mags before browsing around a few shops then heading home. More sorting, cleaning and shredding for me today, and a little sewing, I'm no seamstress but, there is no longer a break in the seam of a newish top, it wasn't too small... it was faulty.
I'm just having a sit down, a ten minute break and starting this, and I'm wondering... what the heck will I do with my weekends when I've finally finished all the sorting and tidying? Really, cleaning will take one, maybe two hours tops... what then?
I've just watched a brilliant episode of "Modern Family", which I love anyway, but this one made me laugh out loud, it's the one where the family go to Disneyland and Mitchel and Cam put Lily on a "leash" because she's a "runner", she is three years old by the way, just in case you're not up to speed. If I could only ever watch one TV programme again, for all of time... it might be this.
It's now much later and I've showered, stuck another load of washing in, (that was covered in shred dust,) and I'm just catching up on TV I've recorded over the past two weeks, it's been a long day for some reason. I'm aiming for an early night... for a change.
So, you're wondering how the DIY hair-cut turned out? Pretty good actually, if I do say so myself, I don't think Louise, my hairdresser, will be too annoyed with me, but no, both sides are not the same.
So, I went to that scary, uncharted territory this morning, that is... under my bed. I know... but it had to be done at some point. It was hideous, it mostly comprised of empty shoe boxes with at least a year's worth of dust placed gently upon each lid, like a little cloud. I pulled out one box and thought it looked small, then I remembered it belonged, originally to C, and it was in this box, that you'd carefully packed the freshly washed sea shells we'd collected together on several beaches in NZ. Most of the sea shells have resided in a glass vase on my fireplace, the remainder... in the box, well, I think they should join their fellow sea shells.
It's now Sunday and I slept late, so only 30 minutes jogging, (in the good bra... which I found again.) It's been a quiet day, I sat in Starbucks with my iPod in, it was so loud, I'm not against loud, but it was Sunday morning, my gentle time of reading, writing or browsing, but heck it was loud. Even before they opened, (I was a little early this morning,) there were two girls wandering around outside, already loud, imagine how you'd talk if you were in a nightclub... drunk, so, anyway, they were loud, and exaggerated, think over sized movement and prat falls, and they were sitting 30ft away and I could hear every word without my iPod in. Anyway, they weren't doing any harm, they were just, well, loud for a Sunday morning.
Anyway, no visitors today, no phone calls, my cousin is away, no texts, gosh it's a long day.
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