Wagon, where are you?
So, week two, and I missed Monday. Off the wagon already? Well, yes and no. I had intentions of blogging yesterday, of weaving a tale of magical weekend visits from St Nicholas. Of a happy homey day spent baking biscuits. Christmas tree ones. With green icing.
But I didn’t. Instead, yesterday became a day I know I’ll remember forever, yet I wish I could bury my head in the sand and forget. The day my world was rocked to it’s very foundations. The C word. Someone very dear to me. So please excuse me if I’m a bit lax in keeping up the blog-a-long, everything is kind of a jumble at the minute. Or maybe I’ll craft and create and blog my way through the days to keep my overactive mind off the subject that consumes it.
I just want this week to be over.