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It’s been a funny few days. Exhausting, but wonderful. Full of family and friends, but also a little bit lonely. For various reasons, I didn’t reach for my camera once.

Without the usual pictorial accompaniment, I can’t really document the last two days in my usual fashion, so instead I’ve decided to note down a multitude of random tidbits and minutia from my mind. It might not make much sense, but maybe I’ll manage to craft a mildly interesting read for you. Maybe? Or not. Probably not. Sorry.

  • We could be moving house within the next 4 weeks. My attitude to this fact ranges dramatically from overwhelming excitement to earth shattering fear, panic and sadness. I feel positively bipolar.
  • I’m not sleeping well. At first I blamed the heat. Then I blamed the noises that drifted in through the open window that became essential as our bedroom began to feel like a furnace each evening. Then I realised I was lying in bed worrying. About packing the house up, finding school places for the children and changing our address everywhere. About money and work and change. About everything.
  • I love the sound of rain hammering against my bedroom window.
  • I miss blogging. For myself I mean. What happened to all that energy I used to have? Why can’t I manage more than one {rather poor quality} post a week? Will I ever find my way back to this little corner of the internet and do something worthwhile with it?
  • I need to stop talking about not having enough time to write a novel and just write a novel.
  • I haven’t read a book in over a month. This makes me sad.
  • I spent all afternoon today uploading a trillion things to ebay. The sense of achievement experienced at the end of a huge listing spree is immense. {If you have little girls to clothe, or know someone that does, you might want to take a peek.}
  • I’m really craving Thai food and pink wine.
  • I’m turning 30 in less than a month. I’m not having a party because two of my favourite people are getting married on the day of my birth. I’ve bought a new dress, but I still need a hat and bag. Suggestions welcome.
  • I am completely at ease with the prospect of entering the next decade of my life. In fact, I don’t really understand why people keep asking me if I’m OK with it while throwing pitying looks in my general direction. It’s just a number.
  • If I only live as long as my father, I’ve got 20 years left. I’m going to try and remember it is a privilege to grow old.
  • I have all these things I need to write before my birthday on the 17th and I’m scared I won’t manage it. None of it really matters, but I kind of want the last words of my twenties to be more profound than, say, this blog post is turning out to be.
  • I watched Sleepless in Seattle for the first time in over a decade the other night. It was brilliant. It made me think about my Dad. He loved a good rom com.
  • Jesse has needed to be put back into his bed approximately 3461 times while I’ve been writing this post. I’m blaming any typos on him.

Love Audrey xxx

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