Some days it feels like I’m being punished for being mean to a fairy in a previous life.
Yesterday was one of those days. I worked frantically from 8am to 5pm without a break, but still felt like a failure at the end of it.
Nothing seemed to go right and there was a heavy brick of tension in my chest. I had so much left to do at 5, but my brain was too fried from constant typing to focus.
I’m jumping on the computer again at 7am to try and knock it over with a clear head.
But, it wasn’t all doom and gloom. As I emerged from my shabby office, I was excited to see how my house was looking.
The bits of the facade that I couldn’t safely reach have finally been painted Ancient Ruin, as has my front fence. It’s starting to look less like the worst house in the worst street. There are a few finishing touches to be made – and a lot of clean up – but it’s coming together at last.
Oh, and the most amazing leggings in the world arrived on my doorstep.
Witchery gave me a gift voucher for my birthday and I spent it and the rest of my reward points on a pair of high-waisted black leggings. I was worried about it being a boring choice as I clicked on the “add to cart” icon last week. I also fretted they would be too small, because I only ordered a size 14, but they are a lovely fit, almost a little loose. And the high waist is a revelation, as it doesn’t slip under my pooch and need to be constantly hitched over it. It stays put!
Unlike the tall model in the pic, the leggings don’t crop at the ankle on me, which is great for winter.
The. Best. Pants. Ever.
In other news … A real estate agent who looked through my place last year called to check whether I’d reconsider selling. And no, it wasn’t because he’d seen my new paint job. He just has a few eager buyers on his books … so he says.
Blimey, talk about awkward timing. As if I’d consider selling when I’ve only just converted my garage into an art studio? Oh, not to mention it being mid-pandemic and me not being able to afford to buy a new place before the world went to hell in a hand basket, let alone during.
Although, there was part of me that found it very tempting to take the money and run far far away.
I joined a virtual team meeting yesterday where we had to list the three items we’d want if we were stranded on a desert island. The idea of being stranded on a desert island sounded quite lovely. I opted for my boyfriend, sunscreen and a solar-powered CD player with my fave discs.
The other news of the day was that COVID-19 restrictions have been relaxed in NSW to allow us to visit people. I’m thinking a socially distanced trip to see my mum and dad might finally be in order.
I’m wondering whether the announcement was why, as I walked the dogs at dusk, a gaggle of well-heeled neighbours were gathered on the road in a nearby street drinking wine. Celebrating their freedom?
I refrained from telling them the restrictions didn’t lift until Friday. I had enough angst in my day without adding party pooper to it.
Instead, I went home and stir fried some pork and prawn noodles for dinner, then talked the eldest into watching the fish fingers and custard episode of Doctor Who with me. It’s my all-time favourite and it didn’t disappoint, especially since I accompanied it with a scoop of chocolate and hazelnut gelato.
Song of the day: Katrina & The Waves “Walking on sunshine”