Dusts off the blog, ignores the cobwebs and starts typing...
Walk up to the top of the Torrs to see the bluebells and more importantly the sea.
I love how it feels to be up there while the town wakes up.
The view from the kitchen as I get my breakfast smoothie ready.
I love how it feels to be organised.
Dropping off Alex to his first SAT test (school have arranged for a breakfast club, he reported later that the croissant was ok but the yoghurt and granola wasn't great).
I love how it feels to care so deeply about someone else's day.
Work for me on a monday is generally the same. I manage an express store for a large supermarket chain and part of my accountabilities is to keep us trading safely, legally and compliantly. So, on a monday I check where we are for the coming week and how we did last week.
I love how it feels to share our successes on our private facebook group. I love how it feels that as a team we are now having lots of successes.
Commute home listening to Chief Inspector Gamache.
I love how much I enjoy and learn listening to audio books and podcasts.
I chop and saute the veg for a coconut curry and put it to simmer.
I love coconut curry.
A walk down to the sea and round the Capstone Hill to nail our 10000 steps.
I love our seaside.
Eat dinner and chat to Alex about his test. He says he is fine (and he seems ok) but he said he cried when he came out. I reiterate to him that they aren't important in the scheme of things. He says he knows.
I love that even though I have feelings that make me want to jump up and down and scream, I can keep calm and show him what he needs to see.
Bed and sleep as I am up at 4am.
A good day Monday