It's my half term. I have spent 4 days clearing The Pit, as I have come to call that room. It is lovely now, and I can see how much more lovely it will be. I'm not sure how hot it will be, as a room, but it is big, and it is bright. It is wasted as a bedroom.
The last four days have been very cathartic, and brought me to several realisations. Clearing it, making it ready for the plans that J and I have for it, means letting go of the dreams that Rich and I had for it. That's a good thing. I am in danger, in places in my life, of having a Mrs Haversham type moment, and that room was my formal dining room, of which I had great expectations.....
I am physically, and emotionally, very tired, and low on moral, but high on success. It's a heady mix!
And so to work. I have a terms worth of work to plan, and a set of reports to write. And we're away for the weekend.
Cup of tea, I think! Aways a good place to start.....
