Wednesday, 3 February 2010
The deafening sound of silence
I don't have a lot to say for myself at the moment, which is unusual. I'm not sure why it is, really. Perhaps it's next week's impending gall bladder scan, perhaps it's the time of year, or perhaps it's the weather?
It isn't as if nothing has been happening. Of course it has snowed quite a lot, then it thawed and then it snowed and thawed all over again. I've been going to work and running and doing all the mundane stuff involved with general day to day living.
It might be because I'm feeling in limbo at the moment - I've been covering for maternity leave at work which might be over in a fortnight's time - or it might not. It's difficult to plan under those circumstances. I think I'll be disappointed when it ends, but also disappointed if it doesn't. I've very much enjoyed being back in my old job subbing the farm pages and the agricultural supplement, but I've let things slide at home. I haven't written anything fiction-wise since I finished NaNoWriMo at the end of November and there are countless little and big jobs to do in the garden and in the house itself.
I'm feeling a little house proud at the moment having splashed out in the sales on a gorgeous leather armchair and a coffee table - both from Laura Ashley - and they've rather raised the tone of the place. What they have also done is highlighted all the other little bits that need doing too - re-painting top to bottom, inside and out, for starters - and I need my three days back to do that sort of thing.
I need a good summer in the garden as well. My polytunnel needs a bit of refurbishment and everywhere is looking a bit flattened and soggy after such an onslaught of snow. I'm itching to get at it all. The seed potatoes and vegetable seeds have arrived and I'm beginning to conquer the disappointment of last year and look forward to this one with some enthusiasm.
So perhaps a bit of quiet is in order for a while longer yet - at least until a few questions have been answered and spring has sprung.
* The picture is of Mido the dog having a bit of a bark. He doesn't often have much to say either and we have had to train him to woof occasionally.
Posted by Maggie Christie at 4:34 pm