My blogging break is over and I’m back!
My festive period was filled with writing, being an unpaid taxi driver to my teenage daughters, eating too many Quality Street chocolates, hugging my dog, reading some fab books and waiting for my new writing desk to arrive.
I have been working on manifesting my own writing desk downstairs in the living room for five years (has to be downstairs as we have a small house) and had given up on my manifesting skills. For five long years I have been writing posts in the bath, in bed, at my dressing table and in the garden. Then my loved one suggested (after a few glasses of wine and whilst wearing a Christmas cracker hat) that I should have my own writing desk in the living room. I could hardly contain my excitement and had to refrain from rushing out into the street…
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