Around this time of year, every year, I hit the buffers. It's as if there's no fuel left in the tank and I feel like the engine has almost come to a stop. The end of term is almost here, the garden looks exhausted and my two little men (and the bigger one too come to think of it) are worn out.
Funny how everything seems to have been winding down, a bit like the slow motion button has been pressed and we won't gear up again until September. And a good thing too. Never fear though, my thrifting continues unabated! I've gathered up a few special little treats in the past few weeks, all in my usual vein though and not exactly revolutionary but I'm too whacked for much beyond the obvious.
I work for the NHS and as you might have heard we're going through a pretty radical and scary time so there's something comforting about familiar things and I think you can see that from my pictures. Pretty flowers from the garden, lovely old ladybirds, a fab and zingy coffee pot, a rather pretty and indulgent dress, some soothing reading matter and gorgeous bargain fabric for making cosy autumn curtains. All very me.
Who knows what things will look like in the next few months and if I'll even have a job? But I refuse to panic, (not much point really), and I am working very, very hard trying to get an alternative sorted instead.
So the holiday has come at the perfect time. Hopefully the weather will sort itself out while we're down south. This week has been dreadful for July (although pretty typical for the Julys we've been having recently); chilly, lashing rain and gales. The garden and the allotment really need the downpours to be honest but a week's plenty, really, I've had enough now!
So I'm off to pack and plan and will be back soon with tales of cliff top views and beach picnics. Can't wait.