BUT, But. but . . .
Today is day five! So, I see progress. I wont elaborate; sometimes the less said the better at this stage, in a sort of "Don't over dwell or give it too much attention, but don't take your eye off it for a second, either" sort of way.
I've finally re-started the decorating! Clearing that top shelf, to find the Hanneka portraits, kick started me and I've been pretty much non-stop ever since. The kids have all agreed (!?) to swap rooms, which works out well . . . leaving me downstairs in the lounge. I'm OK with that, I have all I need in this room, and it will be a luxury to have a room for myself at last . . . Yeah well, let's put this thing in perspective, I've been "In the middle of decorating" since I moved in, yes, twelve years! The kids' rooms have all been decorated twice but the lounge, never having been a priority, remains untouched. It's OK, but not what I would choose . . . I dare say I'll have plenty of time to think about what I would choose . . . what I will choose. Possibly another twelve years? No no no.
Bernie, Bro's dog, came to stay with us today, he often has a day, or two, here. We needed to go into town and as it wasn't quite raining, we decided to do it this morning . . . Opticians, Doctors, the Bank and two parks later, we came home in the rain and settled into an armchair each (Hamper and I) for a rest. Dozing off, lying in the chair sideways with my legs over the arm of the chair, I could sense Bernie next to me wondering if he dare jump up onto me, and where or how he would settle once he was up . . . He thought carefully, assessing it all from various angles. I pretended to be asleep, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist trying it eventually . . . I was right.
Half an hour later I woke up feeling as though I'd undergone a spinal anaesthetic; numb from the chest down . . . He's a soppy fool that dog! my laptop was on the table, right in front of me . . . close enough to click on Webcam and capture this . . .
He's not a small dog at four feet tall and no lightweight either. We love him, he loves us and I can't wait to go camping with him. He enjoys every second of it and smiles the whole time.
Well . . . I think on that optimistic note, I'll go to bed. Some old footage of Roy Harper was unearthed this week and put on You Tube. As it's one of my favourite songs, I'm gonna have to bring it here to round off the day.
Many things to be grateful for today, and many people here in the Blogosphere too. Thanks for being here and helping me to believe this would happen . . . It's happening x