I should be doing this..
so I end up doing this..
I should have then moved on to this..
..dusting with Anth's dirty sock that's waiting to be washed..
..but instead of finding the fabric I wanted in the attic I find these..
..old letters, cards and memories from precious people kept in my grandmother's (who I never met) vanity case. Many were from Anth when we first met; my father when he left home (complete with my tear drop stains;) my mother, who is such a wonderful letter writer you tear up at the first line; Anth's parents; my old childhood Nanny congratulating us on the birth of Alice. Engagement cards; wedding cards. Poems. The list is endless - I didn't realise that I kept so much and there is still more in the attic. Sentimental me.
So the washing and sewing wasn't done but I thought of all those people that have come and gone in my life - the different addresses I have lived in on the envelopes and my heart was full.
distraction can be good thing, right?