I'm not even going to try to catch. The last three weeks have been a flurry of snow, work, cafes and very nearly moving house. Not quite, not yet, but hopefully very soon.
Yesterday my running paid off (kind of) as me and my sister did a trail race. This is the first one in a series of four, and it was lovely to run a shorter race for a change, rather than our epic out-all-day half marathon fiascos. This one took just under an hour - we were cold and muddy with wet feet, but we were finished by half past ten and there was free tea and cake at the finish.
When we'd wrapped up, I took her for a walk up the footpath and past the new house.
What are we doing?
I don't think I'm going to mind pegging the washing out with that view. In fact, since being an adult, I don't think I've lived anywhere with a washing line, so hanging the washing out will be possibly the most exciting household task for a while. I used to hate it as a child, and always wondered why my mum liked it so much (although maybe she didn't?) but I might be getting closer to understanding.
Today might bring some news... although I won't hold my breath. There are a couple of small things to sort out, and we are relying on one person in the chain doing what they said they would do over the weekend, but I won't be letting my phone far out of my sight today.