These English summers.
Blue skies with or without puffy clouds.
Meadows with wildflowers and walks along the county trails.
Oh readers. I don't even have a funny story to tell you. I've been muddling through the days picking up pieces that have fallen away and trying to get broken things fixed and putting out various fires around our lives. Not real fires. Just unexpected things that crop up and need tending to and then little things that take up the day.
I'm being way too vague. Here's the boring story:
My car broke down.
My vacuum cleaner broke.
Our bathtub leaked into our downstairs hallway and ruined our new paint job.
I've had work. A customer order went amiss.
A new accommodation that we were trying to secure for one of AP's kids needed sorting out.
My friend, Sophia, stayed with me for a day and we were very busy with a big art project. And ice cream. OK we ate ice cream and painted.
I had a run of sleepless nights. I awoke at 3 and watched the sun slowly make its way into the sky and through my bedroom windows. I ate cereal at 4:30 AM, listened to several podcasts, and even got up and organised some papers at 5 AM. I feel that this went on for a whole week but in truth it was probably only three nights running but boy it turned me into a right mess.
That's the truth. Life at Dragonlane has been very… average. Not too fantastic and not too terrible. It's just all life stuff and for that I guess I can be pretty grateful because it's not so bad. Really. I know you know what I mean.