Why is January such a very looooonnnnnggggg and somewhat dreeeeaarrrryyyy month that seems to go on forevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvver...
Much like this sentence in fact.
Roll on the first lambs of spring...
I always feel much better once the babies begin to arrive in the fields, nustling up against their protective mothers, sheltering from the elements and then leaping for joy in the air, amid bleats and playful head-butts...
Except that this one appears to be stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place...
Isn't everyone?!
Bahhhh for now, mes bloggy woolly-backs!
Mwah!
(Oops, almost forgot! For those of you who were wondering about me drowning in the sea, not of love, but of rubbish - We have had mammoth snowfall here in the UK for several weeks - falls the like of which hadn't been seen in around fifty years...
So, collections of refuse have been severely disrupted and I hadn't seen a bin-man, as we call them here, in around eight weeks, and the weather was too bad for us to even take stuff down to the municipal tip ourselves over Christmas and into the New Year celebrations...
So, my home was (until yesterday, that is), festooned in bags of rubbish and recyclables...
I feel a lot lighter now much of it has gone! A little like this beautiful pink balloon, in fact - Courtesy of MonkeyBandit and Flickr.
Isn't it always so once we tackle a bit of de-cluttering in life? Time to deal with the non-rubbish clutter now, methinks!)
