Right now life feels like nothing but work and decorating. Both good - in moderation. But there have been other things. A trip to London. A day of playing enormous flutes. And even a little bit of running.
Mostly I feel like I'm nearing the end of a race. I'm working full time for the first time in two years, and I've not had a day off since I started my new job at the beginning of January - that's got to be a record for this girl who loves her days out and Fridays off.
And so I'm very much looking forward to the two weeks I'm taking off over Easter. We have no plans, and it's likely I'll end up doing yet more work on the house (how is it that the more we do, the more there is left to be done?) But it feels different when I don't have to go to work the next day, and in fact don"t have to do anything at all the next day.
My favourite room is, I'm sorry to say, now filled with paint and decorating paraphernalia again.
Perhaps if we stopped disappearing off to the seaside it might get done more quickly...