It absolutely boggles my mind that we have once again turned the calendar's final page to December.
Is it just me, or has the year really sped by even faster than usual?
2021 was supposed to be a year filled with hope, but sadly it seems that we're still in the same boat as this time last year. What's more, it has sprung a few more leaks and is now more adrift than ever. I'm paddling like mad to reach the shore before it starts sinking.
Something else we'd picked up on Friday was a new blind, which we bought brand new from a DIY and home decor store. We'd had our previous IKEA one for over twenty years so we definitely got our money's worth. Instead of off-white, we went for a coffee colour this time. In my mind's eye, I can see Beate rolling her eyes at the fact that we didn't go for a more exciting colour, but in our defence we do have boldly striped curtains to provided the necessary colour pop.
We'd earmarked Saturday to catch up with some chores, the first one being hanging up the new blind. It just needs steaming out the creases, but we haven't got around to that yet, hoping that the problem would solve itself.
The rest of the day was spent doing a load of washing, stripping the bed and putting on fresh bed linen, running an errand at the supermarket, doing a spot of cleaning, catching up blogland and writing a new blog post. Oh, and I started a new book, which turned out to be a much-needed lighter read. It wasn't all that bad but rather superficial, and it's definitely not a keeper. There aren't too many books which make the grade nowadays, and I can hear our groaning bookshelves breathe a sigh of relief whenever I'm putting another book into the re-donation bag. I fully admit to buying the book for it's rather marvellous cover!