I have had a pleasantly indulgent afternoon ordering Christmas gifts for nearest and dearest. I feel chirpy about Christmas for the first time in years and I am trying to get a little ahead of my usual practice of either buying things when I see them and then squirrelling them away in secret locations in the house which are so secret that come December I can't remember where I put them. They usually turn up eventually - but too late for that year - and are then hidden in a new safe location for the following Yule by which time, yes, I've forgotten them again! This year I know the cupboard is bare - so I can start again! The great thing has been that I haven't needed to leave my study - apart from puppy peeing expeditions.
Nutmeg, our rabbit is now indoors in her winter quarters - this year she is in my study and will free run in the kitchen - or outside. The evenings are getting much cooler - and although we are resisting firing up the central heating (the credit crunch bites) we have set up a couple of electric fires. Humphrey (the teenage Newf') meanwhile languishes in the driving rain with his head to the wind and ears flying. He is built for the sea.
I have revised something important today - which I often forget - the importance of not thinking too much; stopping when I need to and starting without knowing what, where or most excitingly how I will finish. The playfulness I have lost in recent years is back for now and gently wiggling at the nature of her existence.
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