Hey, you know that time 4 months ago when I said I'd started writing my blog again? Yeah, I lied.
I moved house. WE moved house. We bought a little place in Cornwall. A place we are still unpacking, truth be told. We've been here almost 3 months now and that picture there, that is my studio wall as of yesterday. Because that is the first day that I wasn't at work AND I had blutack AND I'd found enough of my drawings to make a wall to inspire me when I go in there AND I had the energy to start sorting the room out. It's going to be a long process. It's also going to be wonderful.
And that's my latest excuse.
So what else has happened? I am still dreaming about birds, and two nights ago I started to dream about moths. I have developed a significant obsession with Pinterest as a sort of escape mechanism. I've started to think about what to do about my day job. I've lost a Grandmother. I have been in the sea. And there are moments I've looked at Mr G while he potters in the garden, and have realised I have no idea why or how or when he ended up thinking being with me for the rest of his life was a good idea, but I am tremendously lucky that he does.
So for all of those things and more, I must try harder.