I. Hate. Winter. Loathe it. I get Seasonal affective disorder in the worst way. So I’m trying really hard to keep busy when I’m not wallowing in pits of misery. I’m drawing up plans for our very first garden to be planted the second spring arrives, stripping the kitchen cupboards with a heat gun (so fun!) ready for repainting the second spring arrives (finally that pink really IS going!), cutting out toys with the scroll saw, preparing to strip the wallpaper in the future nursery – which currently looks like this:
I’m actually starting to get giddy – the pink is going from the kitchen cupboards and that bloody dayglow painted wallpaper is next! We’re going to have a garden!
Me growing things! Me trying to grow things! I’ve spent a lot of time lately feeling really lazy but actually I see now that I’m planning. That lying in front of the heater is actually very important work. Well thats my argument and I’m sticking to it.