This morning I noticed I'm about 50 grams away from finishing a kilogram box of oats. That feels like a wholesome achievement. I never got that feeling from polishing off half a pound of Cadbury's, for example. Hearing that last handful of grains swooshing round in the bottom of the box is very reassuring somehow.
Feeling a little quiet and reflective this week. Hiding away with my porridge and the snow and the latest Kate Atkinson book. And also cramming like a madwoman for the kickboxing grading next Sunday. I've got a gazillion posts to write so hope you'll stick around. A huge thanks for all your comments on the Bert Memorial Post… you guys know how to bring a tear or ten to the eye. Mum and Rhi appreciated it too… thank you again!