Well, my dears, the last week has seen a respite from our professional toil but has not seen a respite from "doing", for there has been much to be done and, thankfully, we are reaching an end. The library has been well and truly sorted; the old favourites dusted down and repositioned, those given but not quite to one's taste repurposed and a general lightening of the groaning shelves, floor and, indeed, any surface overwhelmed by many years of avid reading. No book has gone to waste and our chosen local charity has benefitted threefold for that is the number of trips did take of the carriage to restore order. Thankfully, both the male guardian and I are of the same mind when it comes to books; no bent spines, no folded pages, dust free and always a bookmark to hand (be it, on occasions, a hastily torn snippet from a discarded periodical). Whilst it is indeed sad to be saying farewell to quite so many, it gives great pleasure to know that they will be read and enjoyed by others, plus go tward benefitting the charity's work.
The materials have finally been chosen for the soft furnishings to cover the windows in one's bedchamber and the upper hallway and work commenced to complete them. A most delightful position to be in. The house is lighter, less cluttered and generally has space to breath after a year of sorting and "doing". Oh, how wonderful it does feel and most definitely worth the upheaval.
Tomorrow, sees the first day of December when I am sure many a door will be eagerly opened in the run up to the festive season. Thoughts have turned to the celebratory meal and provisions checked to ensure an enjoyable but modest meal will be partaken. Once again, one will endeavour to attend the Carols in the Cowshed, professional toil allowing, for is a most enjoyable and heart warming service to remind one of the important things in life.
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