It worked (sort of, and much later than I'd hoped) but this week I've found that it's been sitting there taunting me as I sort out other parts of my life that were long neglected as I packed and moved last year.
'Bloody hell', I finally declared around 3pm.'It's Saturday. Do a quick shelfie of the kitchen. Blog it. Then you'll be done and dusted for the day and can go back to sorting out your files...'
So I did:
(Of course, you know what happened next...)
I finished the kitchen.
Then I finished the lounge.
(Deciding that it's much easier for my sailor to live in the present day...)
(Although there's a small voice in my head suggesting that my sailor might be due to die, and then his daughter take over the space...)
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