Time to relax

Today we are having a day off.   No appointments to meet, no people to see, no conversation to make, nowhere to go.  Just mooching and doing whatever we please.

So far that has consisted of Mr H walking Django and mending his trousers (he is the ex-upholsterer, I go nowhere near the sewing maching except in emergencies!); I stayed in bed til 10am, showered and planted some bulbs in the garden.  

That's another first - gardening.  Now I don't need my crutches out in the garden so it makes life a lot easier (especially the 'cleaning up after Django' part!).  I think this afternoon we will clear up some leaves and dig some potatoes/carrots for tea.

This is not our garden, it is at my parents' house, where I grew up.

So, other bloggers have been reflecting on 2010 and looking forward to 2011.  I was trying to remember the first 6 months of this year, but the only things that stick in my mind were the ice in January; visiting friends in Cheshire; a night out in Cowes at Easter; our week in the Lake District; Mr H getting his first Forestry Commission job; and our long drive to Scotland and back to view his new flat.  The rest of life was the grit and sand that filled in the gaps between the stones.

The latter 6 months have been about new experiences and good things coming out of bad.  It's so easy for people to see the negative, but I see the fact that Mr H and I are closer than ever; we both have jobs; I have started playing with art again; staff at work have been forced out of taking me for granted and are more involved (maybe I should see the crash as an extension to the management course I did just before it); and I have all you new friends!

As for 2011 - all I can say is that I will take it as it comes.