Ahhh, the choking smell of old plaster dust is in the air tonight, as Lovely Partner has been smashing down a wall. Our house has been chopped about a bit in its past - it was two flats at one point, but it's also had rooms split in two, doors put in different places etc... Anyway, after a post-Christmas lull we have swung into DIY action again, making plans and getting quotes for building work which feels quite exciting. And when I came back from the gym this morning, there was 'Im Indoors with a whopping great crowbar, pulling down a stud wall (and enjoying himself far too much). Light now streams through to this part of the house where before the window was blocked by the stupid stud wall, so that's fab...just a shame the room is now filled with dusty rubble and there are electrical cables dangling like jungle vines from the ceiling. Hmmmm...
I did a bit more running at the gym today - ahhh, such a high afterwards, endorphins a-go-go or what. Nice Manager clocked that I was actually running on the treadmill instead of my usual fast-walking (I am such a saddo, I actually squeaked, "Look! I'm running!" at him, ahem). Anyway, Nice Manager was v encouraging - in fact, he started saying did I know about the Race for Life in June, and had I thought about going for it? Well, I hadn't until then but do you know what... I might do it. Ooooh. Now there's a challenge.
Lovely Partner has now buggered off to a mate's 40th birthday bash in London overnight and may not be in a fit state for anything tomorrow, so we had Mother's Day today - which meant I was brought a grand total of five hand-made cards this morning (the girls made two each) and daffodils, and have had a very easy, leisurely time of it all day - reading the newspaper in bed, going to the gym, being taken out for lunch, shopping ALONE in town....ahhh bliss.
Must just tell you this before I sign off - we've bought this big exercise book for the kids to write in their favourite bits of the day every day (or for us to write on their behalf). Thursday was the first day we tried it and our eldest started it off. I was expecting her just to put down one sentence, but she was writing away for ages, and this is what she put:
Hi, I'm Hannah! What, you forgot my name already? Ok, ok, I'm here to tell you my favourite bit of the day. Well, that would be... mmmm.... Ok, I've got it. Wanna guess? It was getting praise from my teacher, Mrs B!
How sweet is that? I reckon that girl's a born storyteller, you know. Mind you, I've just noticed she's written Holly's so-called best bit of yesterday: Holly: my favourite bit was picking up my great siblings from school...
Yeah, right! Cheeky minx!
Riveting Reads with Julie and William
3 hours ago