Greetings to you on the shortest day of 2009. It’s a cold, bright, sunny day and I’m doing a stint of nephew-sitting while Lil’Sis takes Neice T to ballet practice and Bruvinlaw makes the most of the Kanga (mini-digger) he’s hired over the weekend to move gravel and woodchips and mounds of clay.
Not that the nephew-sitting is particularly difficult at 2.20 of an afternoon, as both nephews are sound asleep. Easy as!
In other news, the two big countdowns in my life both have Day Zero well within sight now. The Beige Barn is having the final sign off by the council this week, so all going to plan our houseguests will be shifting out next weekend. The Beige Barn has running water, a bathroom and electricity and that’s all they need (according to Lil’Sis) to get by; luxuries like actual rooms with walls can wait.
And it’s seven working days left till my final day at my job. It seems to have rushed by and before I know it I’ll be driving out of that carpark for the final time with my final payslip in my bag and a weight off my shoulders.
In some ways, I am looking forward to this Day Zero much more than the other.