Things are very quiet at the moment. This morning I am living dangerously by sticking a faux silk cushion cover in the washing machine – it says dry clean only.
There has been a light sprinkling of snow overnight; it is freezing cold but this doesn’t stop Mr Frost (that’s is really his name) getting outside with his bucket and sponge and washing his new white car.
The problem when things are quiet is that I start to dream up new projects. Like getting a dog. Like selling up and moving house. Like buying a camper van...
“Why the hell did you share that ‘win a camper van’ on Facebook?”
“Because I might win a camper van?”
“Can’t you see it’s a scam you foolish woman, no-one is going to give fifty camper vans away as a prize.”
I feel very stupid now. What can I dream up next?