It’s been a quiet week.  Just an ordinary, normal week.  Considering it’s only been a four-day week it seems to have dragged on forever.

I’ve spent the majority of my time writing.  Just when I was starting to worry I’d never have the urge again, there it was.  It pulled me back to the laptop and I’ve happily returned there every day.  I don’t know why I panicked so much because it was exactly the same when I moved last time.  I need time to re-adjust, find a routine and settle in.  I have to be totally comfortable and settled before I can write.  And now I am   I thought I’d work on Soul Mates and then move onto the final re-write of my Tudor novel.  But it’s not to be.  I already have the next novel idea for the Soul Mates series so I’m abandoning all other plans and working on that.  It will be my first novel written in the new house.  I am very excited to get started.

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It’s a Bank Holiday weekend for the UK at the moment, which means a three-day weekend.  It also means we all rush out to the local DIY stores and start doing up the house.  Why does everyone do that on a Bank Holiday?

We’ve been no different this time.  Saturday morning we had a lazy start and slowly made our way to the local DIY store.  Where we purchased as many items as we could within the budget we’d set ourselves.  The room we’d set our sights on was the living-room.  And the theme was red.

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I was Auntie Tinkerbelle last night.  I love the fact that when I got married I inherited two nephews; I love it even more that they honestly think my name is Tinkerbelle.  I have promised their mother that they will be forced to call me that even when they’re in their teens

With them living in England, we only get to see them in the school holidays when they come for visits.  They are aged eight and nine and so are approaching my favourite ages.  The time when they start to turn into little people, little men.  I can see their personalities forming the more I see them.  This time there was such a change in the oldest boy from when I last saw him six months ago.  His younger brother still being so young just proved the point that much more.  Instead of wanting to run around playing games, he curled up next to me and Ray and talked to us for about an hour about things that interest boys - broken bones, mud, guns, bikes, what noises we could each make with our mouths, what silly things we could do with our faces - you know, the important life stuff

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