I am alone in our house and will be all week. J went to Spain on Friday and The Worker took E skiing on Saturday.
I have painted the shoe drawers I have had in my room since July. I have attached handles and put them in the cupboards which The Worker painted and assembled in July. They now contain shoes!
I have organised a salsa night for a school fundraiser and made several mojito/nojito pitchers.
I have been working on this month's articles and am nearly, so nearly finished.
I'm off to Bath today to draw in the Fashion Museum and I don't have to get back for pick up.
I have become the world's best texting mother.
Yes, it is strange being in the house by myself. I haven't had the dishwasher on since Saturday afternoon. I almost don't want to go out although I can, whenever I like. I'm enjoying it, but not. It sounds very sentimental but there are three pieces of me that I know are missing.
On the upside? I've also lost 2lbs and I have no need to buy biscuits until next weekend. I may be safe. Hurrah.