I’m reading Extra Virgin by Annie Hawes at the moment – it’s the story of how she came to buy and live in a rustic cottage in the Liguria area of Italy (and it is very good). Combine a book like that with my current mood, and what do you get? Hair-brained ideas, that’s what – ranging from jacking it all in and moving to Spain or Italy (totally preposterous) through to grabbing a friend and going away for a weekend in Lisbon (equally preposterous given the current state of my finances – unless I can find a wealthy friend stupid enough to take me on holiday).
Of course, what I should really do is sort out my double glazing, fix up my new shelf and lighting and sort out whatever it is that is blocking the kitchen sink. And revise for my exams. sigh.
separating the wanted from the unwanted