I am in bed, under the duvet with a themometer in my mouth, trying to convince myself that I don’t have flu (and very grateful for lap tops and wifi!). I am aching from top to toe and shivery for the last two days – no runny nose, sore throat or cough thank goodness, but what I have is enough to keep me in bed and, let me tell you, that takes some doing. Ok, ok, I confess. Yesterday, I was trying really hard to not be ill so I sorted through all the kids clothes, re-organised their cupboards, changed bedding from guests who had just left, loaded then hung out the washing. As soon as my burst of activity finished I felt just dreadful, and duly got a right old ticking off from my dear husband.
I know I am not alone in finding it hard to stop. It just feels like there is always so much to do, and fun stuff at that. I don’t want to ‘waste’ a minute. My dear friend Jane and I often muse that we need at least 3 lives to do all the things we want to. But truly, does anyone have some good advice for a organiser / maker holic?
Here is a picture of intense oranges and blues that I snapped on Tuesday before I was strucken down. It’s the beautiful rowanberry tree in our back garden which I planted as a tiny sapling 15 years ago. I’m so glad I did as it gives us shade, berries, blossom and a home for our dear birds visiting the seed restaurant we lay our for them.
Ho hum, my creating will just have to wait til next week as even I can’t make mosaics in bed!