It's not that my brain can't come up with anything … it just couldn't be bothered.
I can't blame the weather … it may be winter but our days had been sunny …the temperatures have been cool but not cold. The nights are cold … but I like that. I just ducked out the back door and snapped this … see … nothing to complain about there.
Last week was windy … very, very windy … cyclonic really. But we survived … the roof stayed on … though the garden arch may have bowed a little under the pressure. But hey it was totally excellent for getting the washing dry.
Buster has been taking advantage of the sunny days to see if he can find any seasonally confused lizards to slaughter … so far he has been entirely unsuccessful … thank goodness.
I'm haven't been busy … the opposite really. It's school holidays … and we are enjoying sleep ins, lazy starts and unscheduled days. Lots of sitting by the fire … pondering why my arse is so lazy.
The boys are providing the usual holiday background roar of football, bad TV and PlayStation kill streaks. That's always a joy.
There is one thing that has been getting my goat and has me gritting my teeth … cans of drink. The vast number of them … and the complete and utter inability of their consumer to finish them and dispose of them. It sounds petty I know … it is petty I know … but I just wandered around the house and snapped these shots … so you can understand a little of my pain.
And there was the startling epiphany that was forced upon me in the pharmacy the other day. As I went to buy face cream … and realised that my usual one is no longer aimed at my age group. That I'm not … *gasp* … 35 plus … I am in fact 40 -50. Now that could set a girl … I mean a middle aged matron … back a bit.
What I really need is to stop moping around … pull up my socks … get a grip … and get on with it … and I will … tomorrow!