This week I have been:
Feeling: Happy, sleepy, positive. After mentioning my massive dislike of cleaning last week I suddenly got the urge this week. I'm not sure why, maybe the Spring clean instinct kicked in a little, or maybe no one's nagged me about it for a while. Either way I actually felt like getting my shizzle in order.
Imagining: All the people, it's easy if you try. Ahem, sorry. I wonder how many people will do that in response to this question.....
I have mostly been imagining what I will look like in my bridesmaid's dress next month. My best friend is getting married and I'm honoured to be her BM together with her lovely sister. Trouble is her sister is beautiful and svelte. I keep imagining looking like a giant marshmallow stood next to her in a dress that doesn't disguise any of my wobbly bits.....it's quite a concern.
Considering: I've been considering telling my friends about my blog. I feel, I suppose, more legitimate now, a little more established and less of a whim. I don't know, maybe. I know they'd be supportive, but I don't want to look self indulgent. Or bonkers. So of you're reading this Lucky, Impressive E or Tilly I've been brave and this is it. What do you think?
Listening to: to my much loved Tom McRae. He calms me, he moves me and sometimes he depresses the hell out of me, but I am completely in awe of that man. We've seen him play live over the years in so many places and so many settings and he's never once failed to stun me. Even when he played at Shepherds Bush Empire when he had man flu, he still knocked spots of anyone else. He once replied to a tweet of mine when This Baby was little (I sound mad now, right?) I told him that she was sleeping listening to his first album and that Mr Husband Sir had remarked "Great, she'll grow up miserable" he countered that she'd would be inoculated now and that he went to sleep listening to Kylie to stay depressed. I laughed. And loved him for replying. And I think I will listen to him until I'm an old, old lady.
Moving: Baby things down from the loft to get rid of them. It's a sad realisation that I won't have any more gorgeous tots. And on that basis we have to move down things like the Moses basket and move them onwards to another home. Sigh.
Next week: Drinking, Buying, Driving, Missing, Obsessing.