Starting with all good intentions…and a cup of coffee
Coffee is my weakness. Well that is a really fantastic coffee. I think it’s become more of an obsession since I’ve been pregnant. If I can’t enjoy several glasses of good wine, then I’m like a bloodhound posessed in my pursuit of the ultimate cup of coffee each day. Luckily the office I work in has the Rolls Royce of coffee machines that produces the Maserati of cappucinos. Heaven.
But back to the point. The garden.
With spring having hit London this week with its air of wonderful optimism and several degrees more warmth, my thoughts are turning firmly to our ‘garden’ and the project it’s going to be. I’ve put out several messages of ‘help! help!’ on gardening forums to garner the support of the friendly gardening folk out there. We’ll see what that brings.
In the meantime, here’s a reminder of what I’m faced with.
And here’s me making my first inroads into tackling the project. Well I wasn’t in the office today…
Tomorrow we meet the architect to see his first set of drawings for the house. Excitement levels are definitely a little higher than they probably should be with only 4 weeks until D-Day.
Web hits: racking up a steady 1000 a day. Getting to the critical 2000 mark is going to be hard. And I’ve only got a few weeks of work left before I’m then fitting it in around the new arrival.
Today’s observation: The antenatal classes I was dreading weren’t as bad as I’d anticipated. But the best moment was right at the end of the intensive 2 days because – not only was it the end – but George stole the show with his winning performance in the nappy changing competition. Picture the scene: 8 enthusiastic wives cheering on 8 grown men changing nappies on plastic babies with mustard smothered on their bottoms (the babies that is, not the men). I kid you not.