I have always loved the word 'afoot'. My love of feet aside I still love this word. That has nothing to do with what is happening at my place, just thinking out loud.
Perhaps im thinking a bit louder than usual because im partaking of a glass or two of bubbly cos were celebrating our move. Yes, its really happening!
Box count is at 17 and that's just books and the Mr's shell collection.
Oh dear. Stay with me, ummmm.... please?
I truly, deeply (refuse to admit madly) feel compelled to document this move in the enth degree. Not that its our last but hopefully it may be our second to last.
I want to be able to pick this place apart and pen my thoughts as I go about each day packing and sorting. Wait... didnt I just do that here?
As it sit here I watch my couch potato rake, mow and light the fire out the back for a 'pre'.
If you dont have the joy of teenagers you may not be familiar with this term. It refers to pre-event drinks that may last between one and two hours. And that is the end of my posting for now cos hes just cut himself and headed for the bathroom! Im going to look at blood....