"Is the lounge finished yet?" Says...everyone. Erm. Nope. When you have to remove wood chip wallpaper, build a window seat, strip all woodwork, skim all walls, repair knackered coving, strip the floors...and finally clean up an entire fireplace before you get round to putting a paintbrush in your hand - it takes a while. Today is stripping the floor day. Which of course means dust. In every orifice. I'm in charge of rotary sander. Stu is using the belt. We are not spending money hiring a big stripper. (Lots of potential innuendos). My interior design stress-levels are peaking at light fitting. We have a colour scheme. We always had a colour in mind. But the exact format took me to near breaking point in B and Q as I tried to work out just how much of the paint I would need in matt emulsion and how much in eggshell. But I'm over that now. I'm also pissed off with Ikea for changing the colours of replacement covers for our sofa. How very dare they. I am now restricted to shitty stripes, blue and a natural shade of something crap. I could, of course, spend an absolute fortune on an alternate site that also does covers for all Ikea sofa ranges. But that's not happening. So..back to the lighting. The many options that we possibly, maybe like.... One of the above is a red herring. I'll leave you to decide.
So as I am supposed to be in the office on a client call (which I have just realised is tomorrow - not today) I better look lively and go grab that orbital.
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This year I will be fifty something. Which to me sounds horribly old. But so long as I don't look at my hands and neck I can carry on thinking I'm still in my thirties and nothing has changed.
For fifteen years I have worked in 'Change'.
So how do I feel about Change myself? It's like I have two personalities (some would say they've known that for years) - one who loves change and the other who is shit-scared of it. I guess we're all the same really - no one can truly love change in its entirety. We all have a favourite spot on the sofa and get quietly pissed off when someone sits there. Moving to a Life in Wales was one of my life's biggest changes (but doesn't compare with bringing your first child home from hospital). The move was a gamble - what if we hated life in the country, what if we missed the Altrincham vibe, what if the Welsh spiders are just so much bigger?... And the worst one...what if I get bored and miss TKMaxx too much? How am I doing? The move to Wales hasn't just been about a new house with a view - it's been a complete overhaul of my everyday. I have a new-found need to enjoy every minute. I feel relaxed, fitter and happier. I don't care that I don't have a full-time job. And I don't ever want one again. I am fifty-something for goodness sake - I am SICK of the machine. I have more confidence that I have something to offer the world:
Anyway - I am embracing this change... In other news:
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