You know what? I really actually hate New Years. Always have. I think that as a control freak, looking forward into the abyss is very unsettling. I spent New Years eve very quietly with my dad. We watched dumb films and I was longing to go to bed at 10.30 but I stayed up so he wouldn't have to see the New Year in alone. I'm a trooper aren't I? I'm sure he was glad of my stone cold sober yawning presence.
Deep down.
My daughter and I returned from our Yorkshire trip, the Christmas decorations are down and the new term at school has begun.
There's still a wardrobe in the kitchen which I have been blissfully ignoring. My husband is on my case though now and I'll have to get cracking on it before we have a huge barney. Just need an empty day....
My neighbour is giving me her old clothes rails as they've just had a walk in wardrobe built. This is something I want to do. The clothes rails mean I can demolish the gross wardrobe that's there at the moment. I'm really surprised it hasn't collapsed on it's own.
In my mind, my walk in wardrobe has double doors off the bedroom, with hanging space either side...
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