The Grindstone Is Back In Sight.

All long holidays do come to an end, sadly.

It felt like just the other week that we lit the first advent's candle and yet it was over a month ago. Where does the time go? Four weeks of blissful leave gone at the blink of an eye.

Granted, we've had friends come to visit from far and wide which in itself creates a change from normal routine. Firstly, friends coming to stay means at least a week's worth of organizing and cleaning. The cleaning takes the least amount of time but the thinking and planning of it can take days if not weeks! So, part of the mystery of disappearing time is explained.

Isn't it funny how we excitedly tend to count the months leading up to the day when friends finally come to stay and then the stay itself is so short that one wondered if they were even here. Not to mention all that mislaid worry over what they would think of our house and home. Nobody really cares apart from us who live in it. As people we are so occupied with our own little dramas and novellas, that we don't notice what others are afraid we might. In fact, hardly anyone takes note of a dusty surface and if they do notice we might get labeled as eclectic housekeepers!

Bob starts work again tomorrow and with that we are back to a more structured day. Lunches need to be packed and honestly, after a month of not having to pack them, my imagination is close to zero. Bob might just end up with a plain old Marmite sandwiches tomorrow and perhaps the day after...

Here's to a nice year ahead of us and a fond farewell to 2019...

Biggi