What you should know:
- Two of my dreams came true last week.
- There was no genie involved.
I was a bit under the weather last week so didn't have much energy to enjoy two very exciting things that came into my life. The first has four legs and doesn't have an off switch and the second is static and offers respite from the first.
Meet Rudi. 💜
She's a ten week old cocker spaniel. (She's bonkers and, erm 'enthusiastic' but apparently that's what we ordered.) She was so bonkers and enthusiastic the other night that I asked Ivie if we could trade her in for a cat. Apparently, that's not a thing.
I've wanted a dog for decades but I never seemed to have the right life. Turns out living on a farm during a global pandemic is ideal, especially with a dog-loving adopted family next door. She won't have to be on her own for long and will always have someone around to play with.
The second thing that happened was my shed! 💜
Since I moved to D&G almost seven years ago, I've fancied my own shed. As a fully paid member of the introvert society, I dreamt about a little space to call my own with a comfy chair and a pile of books. Obviously, this is pure indulgence because:- I've lived on my own for six of those years.
- Even now, I have the house to myself most of the time.
I mentioned it casually when Ivie and I were discussing the possibility of us living together this time last year.
What I didn't count on was Ivie Knowing Everyone. You'd think I'd have learned by now. I don't think he realises what a short-cut it is to phone someone up and say, "Hi, it's Ivie. Can you help me with something?"
And so the wonderful Charlie of Shennanton Sawmill sent over pictures of sheds he'd made for other people so I could pick n mix what I liked best.
As you can see, the end result is a beauty. There are some bits and pieces still to do, including moving my comfy chair and pile of books. The final, final result will probably feature in a future blog. Watch this space.
In the meantime, wish me luck with the puppy. I'm sure she thinks her middle name is, "No".
She's a ten week old cocker spaniel. (She's bonkers and, erm 'enthusiastic' but apparently that's what we ordered.) She was so bonkers and enthusiastic the other night that I asked Ivie if we could trade her in for a cat. Apparently, that's not a thing.
Since I moved to D&G almost seven years ago, I've fancied my own shed. As a fully paid member of the introvert society, I dreamt about a little space to call my own with a comfy chair and a pile of books. Obviously, this is pure indulgence because:
- I've lived on my own for six of those years.
- Even now, I have the house to myself most of the time.
I mentioned it casually when Ivie and I were discussing the possibility of us living together this time last year.
What I didn't count on was Ivie Knowing Everyone. You'd think I'd have learned by now. I don't think he realises what a short-cut it is to phone someone up and say, "Hi, it's Ivie. Can you help me with something?"
And so the wonderful Charlie of Shennanton Sawmill sent over pictures of sheds he'd made for other people so I could pick n mix what I liked best.
As you can see, the end result is a beauty. There are some bits and pieces still to do, including moving my comfy chair and pile of books. The final, final result will probably feature in a future blog. Watch this space.
In the meantime, wish me luck with the puppy. I'm sure she thinks her middle name is, "No".
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You should call your 'shed' R&R (not for rest and relaxation but for Rebecca and Rudi) x
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