I always feel like this at this time of year, stuck in the no man's land of the old year and the new. Christmas Day was a blast but now I don't know what to do with myself. I'm sick of twiddling my thumbs so I've been painting a small cupboard that has been propped up, looking neglected for ages. In all honesty, I'd rather not be painting it at all but then I feel annoyed with myself for having an attack of lazyitus. Actually, my last New Year's Resolution was to "Stop procrastinating" and I've found the blog really good for helping me as I'm more likely to start and finish something if I've posted about it. Does anyone else suffer from lack of enthusiasm for things right now? Or is it just slothful me? And what's the cure? I'm moaning, so I'll go now . . . Oh, roll on January!
On thing I'm really enjoying right now is that I've started reading Alexei my favorite childhood book: "The Children of Green Knowe". Not only is it the perfect winter read, in this battered old book there are Christmas wishes written by my long departed Grandparents on the fly leaf. So I really treasure this book, dog-eared though it is. But I'm actually too scared to visit the house in the book, (Yes, it exists all right!) just in case is doesn't measure up to the one I imagined so vividly when I was seven years old.
And I'm pleased to say, Alexei loves it too.