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ailbheI've hung a couple of loads of laundry out and some is already dry. I'm wearing a short skirt, tshirt and sandals. The girls are in dresses. They spent some time being superheroes in the September sunshine. Shortly we will have lunch of crusty home-made bread and other wholesome things like people in magazines eat. They are clean and cheerful and their hair shines.
From all this, I deduce that the worst of the PMS is over.
However, I spent money not wisely but too well last month and now need to decide whether to use my fripperies savings for mundane everyday things, or what. I think I will a little bit and aim to repay myself next month. I found an old Post Office savings book last night and realised I saved everything I had as a teenager; I saved all the time, weird amounts like £2.78 and things. I can trust myself to spend a little now.
As of Christmas 2003, my Post Office account had €7.80 in it.
I ought to photograph my dining table more often. In-season British apples, homemade crust white bread, hand-painted Zimbabwean tablecloth, jars of organic honey. If I took photos at the right times, I could really pretend I lived in a magazine.
Calf-bound Shakespeare on the Queen Anne chair, football sock on the mantelpiece.
From all this, I deduce that the worst of the PMS is over.
However, I spent money not wisely but too well last month and now need to decide whether to use my fripperies savings for mundane everyday things, or what. I think I will a little bit and aim to repay myself next month. I found an old Post Office savings book last night and realised I saved everything I had as a teenager; I saved all the time, weird amounts like £2.78 and things. I can trust myself to spend a little now.
As of Christmas 2003, my Post Office account had €7.80 in it.
I ought to photograph my dining table more often. In-season British apples, homemade crust white bread, hand-painted Zimbabwean tablecloth, jars of organic honey. If I took photos at the right times, I could really pretend I lived in a magazine.
Calf-bound Shakespeare on the Queen Anne chair, football sock on the mantelpiece.