a settled life...

As I sat...
outside this morning in the gorgeous warm sun sipping my homemade skinny latte whilst watching the duck splash about in her pool I thought to myself "I'm going to be very happy here." followed by the immediate thought "I'm already very happy here." And I am. This move has come at the right time and has given Teen-M and I the space we need from each other.

It's been a...
tough few weeks and although things are getting easier I'm still being plagued with the odd nuisance. Last week I hurt my back, in all places, Ikea. I had gone with Ms Kiwi to buy 2 stools for my kitchen bench and a shoe rack for my cupboard. I must have twisted the wrong way when pulling the boxes off the shelf. I'm finally back to walking properly and out of pain only to be struck down by a damn head cold. Work be damned, I've taken the day off even though I think there was an advertising deadline today. Too bad. Someone else in the department can figure it out. I'm sick of running myself into the ground when other people manage to spend 89% of their day on personal phone calls or surfing the web.

The trouble with...
moving house so close to Christmas is I'm now caught off guard with pressies and plans for the big day. I like to have all my shopping done by now so I don't have to don my battle armour and face the shops. Fighting to the death for the last remaining carpark is not high on my list of fun things to do. Hopefully it's not too late to do some online shopping. To make matters a whole lot worse, I'm having Christmas at my house for the first time ever. There were certain advantages to having a teeny tiny house. Slacking off on Christmas day being one of them.