Back to Carreg Cennen for this photo
Today I have struck a brick wall with energy levels reduced to nil. Lots of things happening - phone calls, emails, people calling (including Gabby, who came up to do a present swap before Christmas). We had our usual Thursday Trip to the Tip. Would you believe, when we got back I went to put an empty sack in the Chicken Shed and blow me down, there were all the Carpet Washing bits for the Vax (which went to the Tip over a month ago and must be 40 feet down in Landfill by now) and which I meant to take today. I said a bad word . . .
We have loaded up the car with yet more boxfuls of stuff to go to the Charity Shop of our choice tomorrow, plus we've been running in circles over the legal details of the move and hoping we can push things into place this side of Christmas. More phone calls and emails tomorrow.
My good friend and neighbour N came down with a box of goodies for us, and I hadn't even remembered to write her card out, let alone make anything for her. I will have to work the night shift I think.
We've just about got the Junk Room of Doom sorted and then it will be the Craft Room of Doom but I'm hoping that looks worse than it is.
My brain is struggling to function and I would love a day off, but that's not going to happen this side of Christmas Day. Hoping that the Great Conjunction on the shortest day will see things fall into place and all the things which have blocked us from day one with this house sale will magically be lifted.
Tam is playing her piano keyboard - something really beautiful (a Nocturne?) which she has just been given the music for. Very peaceful.
I shall go and rest now.