via things we forget
::inspiring Mondays::
I'm here. I've been here a week and it now feels like home. An untidy-work-in-progress-but-oh-so-welcoming home. In fact, as I type I'm watching University Challenge, another part of my British education which I have yet to explore for more than one episode in a row.
It has rained for most of the day and I was lucky enough to watch it mostly from my bedroom window with coffee and a good email catch up. Yep, yours truly had this Monday off, not because it's Monday but because I needed a slow-paced day. I got one and it felt amazing. Mondays rule!, have I told you that?
:: Monday off warm feeling!
:: Coffee at home in the morning. Twice. Oh the smell of freshly made coffee!
:: Posting goodies to Little Brother and the parents.
:: Smiling in my bedroom.
:: Sunday lunch in East Oxford! It's home. Home with slow roast lamb and lemon possets, yummy!
:: Local shops that sell everything and anything. I'm loving this!
:: A classic, Mrs Doubtfire. Still laughing!
:: The cupboards in the kitchen. so old and cute!
:: Girly catch up over lunch.
:: Knitting club heartfelt chat.
:: My desk. I have a big desk in my bedroom.
:: My sewing machine on said desk. So pretty it looks!
:: Yoda! ♥
How has your Monday been? I hope fulfilling, happy and dry; preferably with some sunshine! Or make your own sunshine :)
::inspiring Mondays::
... on a Tuesday, because...
I have moved house this weekend. It was an adventure which is now coming to an end, to let the real adventure begin. I have painted the bedroom (white, of course!) and moved (most of my things) the same day. I am tired and excited and tired and excited. And a bit more tired and excited.
The room is lovely, and more so now all white, with a big beautiful old window and a fireplace. It is chaotic at the moment, with the exception of the bed. Mum always told me "a well-made bed makes a room". And it does. Amidst all the confusion, there it is, my bed, welcoming with its fresh egyptian cotton sheets.
None of this weekend would have been possible without the help of my friends. Not just the ones who have helped me this weekend, at great pain to one of them who was ill, but to the ones who made reaching this weekend a smoother journey. I could tell you to choose your friends wisely, but none of this is my doing; I just happen to be this lucky when it comes to the people I know. So here goes, in no particular order.
:: Phil. without him I could not have painted the room. nor moved a great deal of my things. he had worked on Saturday and was ill. That, dear readers, is what my friends are like.
:: Nick. Who is housing my books (he who houses my books is in my heart forever!) and helped me move more bits and pieces yesterday. and made me laugh when I thought I'd cry of tiredness. and it wasn't funny at all!
:: Jamie. I had a nice place to stay over the last two months, where my boxes weren't a problem and living mainly off boxes was bearable, for we had Big Bang Theory and series night!
:: Mel. For helping me move boxes two months ago and cheering me up this time around. For sending me a text asking me if I wanted to go food shopping together. It just warmed my heart.
:: Rachel and Gavin. For helping me move two months ago, making the prospect of living off boxes for a while way less daunting and the move not stressful at all. And for introducing me to my new place. The window is amazing!
:: Elke. Texting me just the right things when my heart ws deflating. Sometimes, it's just about knowing we're in together, even if together is a thought. A strong thought.
:: Julie. For giving me the a space to breathe... one sometimes needs such a thing.
And so it is that while I sort my bedroom and can barely see the floor, I smile at the thought that I'm not alone. I'm surrounded by good people, my people. Hope you are too!
::inspiring Mondays::
This is an inspiring Monday. It has to be. Otherwise why would I be laughing now? I'll explain. I haven't had a working phone line since last Wednesday. I woke up at 5:30 today and couldn't go back to sleep. I cycled to work and it rained... so I got there soaked. My visitors arrived late. I spilt lunch on my jeans and fleece; a nice orange sauce all over it, yep! And I ran for the bus with an open backpack filled with groceries that came flying out all over the street and the plums hit a lady in the head... yep... so there! But...
I didn't feel that tired. I changed into dry clothes and had a lovely homemade porridge in work. And coffee. My visitors were sweet and chatty and inspiring! I had another fleece and could just about wash my jeans. I got all my groceries back AND made the bus! Oh... and my phone works. So there!
:: a lovely girly weekend in Bristol ♥
:: that feeling you get when you laugh so much you think you'll never stop!
:: porridge. hot porridge when you need it.
:: LMJ has a working phone and likes it!
:: cream tea!
:: girly cocktails!
:: massages.
:: cat cuddles.
:: the rain. it smells nice. or it makes the air smell nice.
:: dry clothes.
:: a working phone. it's quite important when your LMrJ is all the way over in Rio de Janeiro!
As I write this, I laugh a bit more at how good and bad a day can be. In the end, it's a bit of a story to tell and laughing is good. So Monday wins and I win. Who wins in your Monday? :)
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