Many animals like to hibernate during winter and humans are not too far behind in the chillier months, except if you are Flynn of course who still likes to burn the midnight oil, regardless of the weather.
I was talking to my Dad on the phone the other day and he asked me when my next post was going to be as I hadn't posted since June 18th. It looked like I was hibernating from my blog. The kids have been asking me the same question, "Mum we are sick of reading about Flynny's first haircut, hurry up!". And as my point of blogging is for my kids to read back on, I started getting the guilts for letting it go so long.
It's just that like everyone else in this mad dashed world, I have been busy and not just busy but frenetic, and I know something will happen soon to pull me up short to make me stop and smell the roses once again. I love that life forces us to do this, because all I am doing at the moment is vaguely noticing how lovely the colour of the rose petals are.
A part of the 'being busy' is our house that Simon is building. We are at the painting stage. We have had some wonderful paint helpers in Simon's Dad, brother Dion and nephew Josh who knocked over the bedrooms and some undercoating in a single day.
Once the painting is done, it's time for skirting boards, architraves and door jambs - yay more painting!! :)