Last weekend we disappeared up into the Welsh hills for a birthday party. The house is alone, at the end of a long gravel track leading up a hill. I found myself dreaming of living somewhere like that myself (although I admit living in a different country is not really very practical for getting to work).
But as my mum always said, if you don't go home, then you can't come back, and there are, as ever, things to do. The bathroom looks more and more like a bathroom with each passing day.
I'm off work again this week, so hoping to get a good deal done in the house. I even ventured out into the garden today, and was met with shrivelled, brown disasters everywhere I looked. Hmm. It's been warm today but once the sun goes behind the houses this evening I'll be out there, trying to salvage what I can and make it look a bit tidier.
I'll be posting progress reports this week as I'm in need of a bit of encouragement - hope to have a nearly-finished bathroom to show you very soon...