I've survived my first move and now I'm ensconced in the granny flat behind my kids' house. I have everything I need close to hand including the two little grand daughters, who continually make my days joyful, fascinating and exhausting.
Christmas was wonderful, the food was great, the day hot and steamy. Every day is hot and steamy actually, and at the moment it's 90'F here and I'm just hoping the afternoon storm will arrive any moment. What will probably happen is that it will be bucketing down with rain just when I have to put the chooks to bed at dusk, as it was yesterday.
We will start packing up the big house next week ready for our next and major move, and as far as I'm concerned I'm really hoping it will be my last move. I'm dying to get into my new place, which is already called the Dooken Hut (because the children call me Dooken). I've spent the day looking at house design books, getting inspiration and trying to remember what my new space looks like and how I can set it up.
The most exciting thing for me is the separate workroom which is attached to my house but can be locked off to keep the little girls away from knives and guillotine etc. It already has a lot of shelving and a sink, which is great if I'm marbling, and my workbench and plan drawers full of paper will fit really well. As I've spent the past 14 years working in my kitchen and spare bedroom, I really can't quite believe I'll have a dedicated workspace. No excuses now if I don't make books. I won't be there until the end of January so at the moment it's just nice to think about it.
Thanks to all those wonderful bloggers who are patiently following this drawn out saga of finding a new home. I really appreciate your support.
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