At first I couldn't understand why I was feeling so 'done in' by the end of today. Then I thought back...
In the morning I sorted out some books for the charity shop, clearing about three feet of much needed shelf space upstairs in the bedroom. I've easily got that amount of books stacked all over the place downstairs, and it will be a relief to shelve them at last. That took an hour I suppose, by the time I had reorganised the other books as well.
Monday is the day I clean the bathroom. So I did that.
Downstairs; yesterday we nipped outside just before going to bed to rescue my pelargoniums and cuttings from the garden after seeing how the temperatures were forecast to plunge overnight.
They needed sorting out today; no way could we keep them on the table forever and ever. This house is slowly silting up with stuff from the edges of the room towards the middle.
I snipped cuttings from the pelargoniums but couldn't plant them as the earth was so cold! So I have left them in water upstairs on the back bedroom windowsill, with the pots of earth nearby, and will plant them tomorrow. Everything else has gone into the cold frame in the garden.
I'm working on a picture for the Advent trail round the village which our church is organising. I ws meant to be drawing a wreath.
The day before yesterday I did all the black ink;
I found the idea from scouring google - the original has no cave, but Father Christmas in his sleigh against the moon. Too tricky for me!
Then I taught two piano lessons to two tired year 7 children, who both spent from Friday to Sunday involved in swimming galas. They are both very tired and teaching them was quite hard - Next week will be the last lesson and I sincerely hope they will just play easy Christmas carols from now on!
I shall now cast off the green scarf, even though there is still some yarn left. It is about 5 feet long which will do nicely.
That will do for today, I reckon. I shall do much less tomorrow, for sure!