Oh humpharama, tomorrow I am back to work after 11 days of lazing around doing nothing.  Actually, I’ve done a few things.  I’ve:

• Made 48 lavender bags (not advisable when sitting on the sofa with a sleepy head on)
• Played midwife to 24 Pogimals (accidently creating a couple of new species in the process)
  

  New species - Marion Martian

• Got the mortgage completely and utterly sorted (hooray!)
• Learned to make bags from the legs of a pair of tracksuit bottoms which had found a new lease of life as a pair of shorts
• Become rather involved in a couple of pipe dreams (which are pretty definitely just that – dreams – but I’ll hold onto them just a little longer if you don’t mind)
• Built a step (and there wasn’t even one sock involved)
• Been on a brooch making course
• Made a lot of brooches
• Protected the house from an infestation of slow worms courtesy of the fur balls (they brought in one each the other night)
• Arranged to have a table at a local village fair on the next Bank Holiday to sell Pogimals (and lavender bags and brooches, hence the rather frantic ‘making’ element to this list)
• Cycled 60 miles (in total, not all in one go)
• Made Pogimal bunting (in preparation for the fair – not to decorate Pog Towers)
• Rediscovered the front garden (with a lot of help from my green fingered mum)

And for those people who comment that I should perhaps get out a little more often, I’ve been to pubs and houses for dinners, lunches, bbqs and high tea (well, it was the Royal Wedding…)

I’m knackered!  Maybe it’s a good thing that the holiday is over after all.  Sort of… :o)