Secretary

Update: I am going loopy. Doo-Lally. Off my head. Call it what you will, but it’s not a pretty sight.

I have a spot the size of a frozen pea on my chin. Repetitive Strain Syndrome in my right shoulder. Skin paler than Morticia’s and a child who is slowly morphing from an angel to a yob.

It isn’t funny. The house looks like a bomb has hit it. My head is banging like it’s never banged before and I am in short, exhausted.

I have never worked so hard in all my life. But I am having fun. No, really. BrocanteHome is lovely. The kind of site I wish I could happen across on the net. If my house, my family, the bills and the constant need to invent something edible for tea didn’t hang over me, I reckon it would be live tomorrow, but sometimes real life gets in the way and it’s a case of muddling through…

So March the 16th it is. A Wednesday. I love Wednesdays. So it seems to me that March 16th is as good a day as any to launch a dream.

If in the meantime I disappear from your screens, bear with me, I will be back in all my flowery, vintage glory, very, very soon.