That is not a bad thing because I need a little space before I do the final check and then publish. I am thinking of the first week in March as a deadline.
Today was seriously windy, which meant that Perla's coat was constantly blown away from her rump - and hiding most of her in the photograph! On a couple of occasions I got blown sideways for a few steps. I am only present in shadow form, but I liked the colours in this picture, so decided to use it. Consider it as an abstract!
She came under the auspices of Save a Spanish Spot and had a long, long journey : Salamanca to Alicante to meet with HB and complete formalities, then north through France, the Tunnel and England to Newcastle, with stop offs on the way to deliver the other eight dogs to various parts of the country. She must have found it stressful, for she slept most of Friday with two short walks for doggy relief. Today she seems brighter and we've already been out for a longer walk this morning.
So Perla is my new distraction. My new hobby, you might say. A pointer/Dalmatian cross, she has been in an outdoor sanctuary all of her eleven years, so many things are strange to her. We are slowly getting to know each other and she is very different to Tim. Playing with toys doesn't seem to ever have been on her radar, but I am looking forward to seeing her interact with other dogs, which I could not do with Tim. After the age of five he was aggressive to other dogs. Perla has already found the place where she might be able to sniff noses through the fence with Twiglet, Julia's dog in one of our neighbouring gardens.
the cupboard under the stairs.
Otherwise known as the repository of junk and anything we cannot find a home for elsewhere. In other words, things we no longer need, or even have never needed! Those things that highlight our lack of decision making, too.
I am now looking at the rest of the house with the remainder of the paint in mind. Which room needs doing and is there enough paint left to complete it? Will it match the curtains? Tricky balance!
I've watched a lot of people doing sporty things on snow and ice this week. To the point of the groans oh, not curling again! It is not just curling (though I fear I think it is a poseurs sport and boring in the extreme) but too much of anything can bring on the groans. DH likes the luge and sliding, but even he got to the point of oh no, not more.... whereas I got very little of the men's figure skating and feel short changed, though that could have something to do with Yuzuru Hanyu's 4th position. If only he had ignored the quad axel and gone for other jumps, he would have won for the third time.
The pic illustrates how good it can be to go out for a meal and sit beside the water admiring the big boats moored alongside....
Paint has been sploshed over the utility room, which badly needed it as it was where Tim and I used to come barrelling in from all the wet, muddy weather and toss all our coats and wellies - not that he had wellies - aside. A nice shade called nutmeg white.
I have already painted around the corner into the kitchen, because kitchens are always grungy places. So are showers and bathrooms. Anywhere that water can get into always seems to produce grunge. A giver of life but not always the kind of life you want.
Is anyone else on a Spring Clean kick?
The Spring Cleaning Urge has struck.
The thing is, when I take down one I have used and scan through the pages, a lot of what I thought was new and useful has now become old hat, or to put it another way, I have absorbed whatever it was and it is now second nature. I no longer need to refer to notebooks about it.
I did ditch some A4 plastic file folders last week. I also threw a few books into the bin. Another armful I took to our local household refuse collection point because I recently discovered a bin for Books, Media ad DVDs. The newest books I knew I would never read again I took to the library for addition to their stocks if they deemed them worthy. So one way an another, I have whittled down my shelves and made space in my room. I even discovered the plastic washing basket (which I hunted for when we came back from Australia and couldn't find) it was so packed ad overflowing with the books I did not wish to keep that I could not see the basket itself.
Next thing you know I'll be sploshing paint around.
We have recently taken on a new satellite box which allows access to things like UKTV play and others. Scanning the offerings, I notice ho...
