Back to Life

Despite the anxiety vacuum that has left me desperate to find something else to worry about now that work has calmed down, this weekend I have shamelessly and selfishly enjoyed:

making and eating and freezing carrot soup

playing scrabble including getting a seven-letter word on the first go

learning that my fifteen-year-old brother is wearing something I bought him for his birthday (there was a hideous intra-family "regifting" incident at Christmas involving a past present and my sister's partner)

buying my mum a golf club

playing tennis - badly

painting my best friend's daughter's face so it looked like a grubby approximation of a rabbit

On reflection a few of these things were in parts altruistic. I didn't even eat all the soup.