I had another spurt of energy this morning. This could be the case for a couple of weeks then one day I'll wake up and it'll be gone, so I make the most of it while I can. Today I used it for cleaning the stairs and landing. I hoovered and wiped down all the woodwork, including the skirting boards, door ledges, all the door panels and the pictures. Then I sat down and didn't really move again for the rest of the day apart from to iron school uniforms.
The rest of my Sunday was spent sewing and knitting and Mum also came down for a coffee. I'm finding the lid of my box very useful. It keeps everything in one place and is easy to work from. The biggest benefit is whenever I need to get up (which ironically seems to be every 5 minutes when I've sat down to do sew), I just pop the tray on the side rather than having to move everything off my lap.
In a creative moment I decided to mix up the colours, only trouble is I've no idea what to put in the middle now. Maybe a check or a stripe? I'm not sure.
Amy's Sunday was spent mostly revising for exams but she also bathed Wendy and Sparky who smell much better than they did.
Thomas' Sunday was spent playing with his remote control car, in his games room and giving me palpitations. I'm quite often met with this as I go upstairs, although I've become more blase about him falling, so much so that I went and got the camera to take an action shot.
And Mark has been pottering about doing whatever men do at the weekend which seemed to involve a lot of snoozing.
The offer on the caravan wasn't rejected, but we haven't bought it either. Somebody else put an offer in this morning and it was accepted. It's fine. I'm a big believer in fate and although I'm certain the site is for us, the caravan obviously wasn't. We're going back soon to have another look around to see what other plots and homes are available. If it's meant to be it will happen in its own sweet time.
In the meantime, thought you might be interested to see a glimpse of what we could have had.