It is the most beautiful crisp morning here in the North East of England. Cold and bright. I love it. Work starts tomorrow after a two week break. I say break rather than holiday because I think the Christmas break is a time of rush and recovery. The Autumn Term was 15 weeks of hard, hard slog but there is no time to recover before the Christmas Day. Recovery starts on Boxing Day. I am now officially chilled.
Can you remember this?
The best will be the arrival of grandchild number two in June - ahh. Steph is going to find out what it is in the next couple of weeks. In the meantime I have started on a few bits and pieces.
The quilt class I am teaching (in the loosest sense of the word as it is more a gathering of friends) is going to be held once a week instead of once a fortnight so I have been busy planning for the next six weeks. I'm breaking things into chunks so that I don't get overwhelmed or leave things to the last minute. We are also going to have a monthly workshop on a Saturday and I have a wall hanging designed for that (currently in its component parts - ie I haven't started it yet although it is designed and written.)
What do you think of John's Christmas present?
2014 wasn't the best year I've had. A lot of sad things happened to me and some good friends, in and out of work, and the year's parting gift was a burglary. Someone took both Will's bikes (the ones he spent hours and hours building) and the nice alloy car wheels which he takes off his car in the winter to protect them. The burglars broke into our garage and two others. We are insured but it was a poop end to the year, knowing that some snivelling little gits (I have paraphrased my original comments for the sake of decency) have had other people's hard earned, tax paid things.
So, I am drawing a line under 2014 and looking forward to 2015 with the words of Samuel Goldwyn to guide me -"the harder I work, the luckier I get".