I have a confession to make.
I have not been inspired to write.
The “Festy” period got me.
Thankfully, the festy season is over!
I had a wonderfully quiet Christmas with just a few family around me. Mr D went with his father for a couple of nights so I had a much needed, relaxing break. Just enough to recharge before the madness began again with my good friend Rita arriving from chilly Ireland on the Wednesday after Christmas.
After 10 daze of pure indulgence and uncharacteristic partying, I am finally beginning to return to a normal schedule. I am still struggling with inspiration. I’m sure it will return soon.
I ate too much.
I drank too much.
I had a lot of fun.
I am de-toxing.