I haven't had anything much of note to write about of late (hence the lack of posts).
Mostly I've been at work.
And when I haven't been at work I've been walking the dog*.
And when I haven't been at work or walking the dog I've been writing**.
And when I haven't been at work or walking the dog or writing I've been doing little odds and ends around the house (vacuuming and such).
And when I haven't been at work or walking the dog or writing or doing little odds and ends around the house I've been watching various things on the computer and sewing together scraps of material to toys.
That's it, really.
As for this week, I've am on holiday (yes, again, and yes, it hasn't quite been a month since my last one. Things weren't able to be very well set out this year, due to maternity leave, sickness and such, and as a consequence there have been long periods with no holiday at all and then a rash of them close together) and am filling my days with fun stuff such as indulging in lie-ins, taking the dog on longer dog walks, and making plans to spend time with friends and family. Thus far I've popped up to Worcester to see Cousin.1 and her partner (Luke. Henceforth known as 'L') for an afternoon - great fun, pizza and a few old films - and enjoyed a grand meal out with Mother, and arrangements have also been made to see Best Friend.1 and Best.Friend.3 - if all goes well, both on the same day, one for lunch, one for an evening of wine, television and (if there's enough wine) song - and to spend a day out somewhere - not sure where yet - with The Grandpapa.
Fun, fun, fun.
And when I'm not doing that, I am lounging around not doing much of anything useful; watching things on the computer and continuing to sew together my toys. I'm working on a little doll at the moment (seeing as Bingo now has three toys to choose from and another ready and waiting); around 6 inches high. The body is finished, all limbs attached, and I am now concentrating on making her clothes, then when I've done that, I'll turn my attention to giving her a face and hair. Unless something goes badly and unfix-ably wrong, she will be the second one I've successfully completed so far, and while the end result is hardly what one would call professional (far from it), I am terribly pleased with it.
In other news:
Term time has begun and work has started to trickle in. As usual, whether it will end up being enough for Mother to keep going (or even if she will want to if she can), remains to be seen. Nothing can be decided certainly until the end of October.
On the home front; MJ is still here for the time being. The council having finally done their job, however, he is now 'in the system' as they call it and able to apply for housing. 3 bids on 3 separate properties are permitted each week, with the system - you can only bid online or by phone - resetting every Monday. MJ put in his first 3 bids as soon as he was allowed to, and is continuing to do so as often as he can. So, while we are still stuck, at least steps are being taken in the right direction.
Meantime, after eight weeks of sharing my double bed with Mother, I reached the point where I wasn't able to cope with doing it anymore, no matter how inconvenient that made things. After reassuring me that I wasn't being a selfish cow and that she understood completely and indeed that I was to be thanked for my patience, understanding an unselfishness so far, Mother looked with my help into the purchasing of a folding bed. Once we had found one that seemed suitable, we ordered it and at last it was delivered, yesterday afternoon. We had to move my bed back into its original position against the far wall and some rearrangement of lamps and cabinets and so on was necessary too, but that didn't take long and then it was lugged upstairs and put in place. At my anxious insistence, Mother tried it out as soon as it was unfolded and she pronounced it not just bearable as she had expected, but comfortable (swearing on the dog that she was telling the truth). And then last night, for the first time in nearly ten weeks, mother and I retired for the night into separate beds, and oh, reader(s); I just can't describe to you the bliss.
And there you have it. That's what has been occurring at the Collison house over the past few weeks.
...Bored yet?
Alice x
* don't be too impressed by that. We're not talking epic hikes, more short strolls. The dog is happy enough and gets as much exercise as he wants or needs with the aid of balls/sticks/water/other dogs, but I myself don't get much of a workout to speak of.
Or indeed, any workout at all.
** again. don't be too impressed. I am what is known as an inefficient or 'scatty' writer. I jot down stuff as it comes to me - I've filled notepad after notepad with it over the years - but half of it , if not more, gets scribbled out as I go and not all of what remains afterwards is actually use-able material.
But, ah well. That's how t'is. I am what I am.
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