The most difficult thing about making a resolution to write a blog once a week is, I’m finding, to think of something interesting enough to say that won’t bore anyone kind enough to read it to death. Take this week, for example, I have had a fantastic week, the best in quite a long time but that is mostly because I haven’t done much so what am I going to write about. Well, I thought I’d give you a breakdown of my week, perhaps you’ll get inspired to have a lazy week yourself, or perhaps you will decide you must spend your downtime more profitably than me and book yourself a hotel break that you can boast to me about when the time comes. Anyway, here goes.
Monday-I spent the day with my Mum. We were supposed to be going through my Nan’s things but instead we went for a wonderful pub lunch. The pub in question was ancient and had a large inglenook fire which was, of course, burning brightly. The food was incredible and they did a wonderful line in hot chocolate and warm welcomes, there was even a beautiful bear of a dog who just wanted to be hugged the whole time. It was just exactly what we needed.
Tuesday-I spent the whole day writing! It was bliss. I wrote 2012 words on the young readers’ story I am working on all about aliens and archaeology, then I took my two dogs for a long walk before writing 1122 words on my brand new novel, which is about the problems we all face from time to time. Then I had a coffee and tried to decide whether to start the housework that was beginning to scream at me but decided instead to start the short story about a spooky house I need to work on for an anthology. It was amazing to have so much time to devote to the thing I love doing more than anything else in the world.
Wednesday-the dogs and I went over to my friend’s house to write some more and were thoroughly spoiled with hot chocolate and so many cookies and crumpets I daren’t even begin to tell you what my blood sugar was.
Thursday-I took a friend’s young daughter to see my Mum and her dog, who she had been begging to see for literally months. My Mum cooked us a lovely meal and my friend’s child was over the moon to spend time with her doggie friend.
Friday-this was the day I was going to do the housework, honest. I was even going to wash the carpets. But I didn’t. Instead I spent 5 hours doing a jigsaw puzzle of 1950s sweet bars while watching all my guilty TV secrets like Homes Under The Hammer and The Waltons, it was brilliant. Then he-who-was-daft-enough-to-marry-me and I went out for a relaxing evening meal with friends.
Today has been just as lovely, I have spent the whole day with the man I love walking our dogs in the windy, wild and freezing countryside and just chilling out together. It really has been a great week. Before you get too jealous and start plotting vengeful schemes to disturb my undeserved happiness, tomorrow I am on duty with the youth and then leading a knitting group in the evening before work begins again on Monday so this idyll won’t last don’t worry.