Weekend for Recuperation

Yesterday I ventured out to my local health food store (this happens to be both the best health food store I've ever set foot in, and the closest shop to our house - perfect!), and as I was queuing patiently with my chunky peanut butter and organic lemons (staple cures for all ailments), I sort of lost all strength and toppled backwards. Luckily, I grabbed Daniel before I hit the floor, but it was quite obvious to me and everyone around me that I had fainted. Only very temporarily, but a faint is a faint, however dramatic it may be.

This was scary, and a real wake-up call that now is not the time to start living with full aplomb. Not yet.

So, under Daniel's very watchful eyes, I have had a wonderfully quiet weekend, and I've been ok with that. There has been lots of sitting and drinking tea, a little fresh air, some lazy iPlayer hours and plenty of cooking, and I am very content with how it has all panned out.

There has been a delightful few hours of chatter and tea with one of my most wonderful friends. A Sunday morning walk, arm in arm, where we stretched our cold muscles and really felt the movement of walking; sort of like sitting on a plane for hours, and finally unravelling from the seat. Homemade sourdough bread which was so utterly divine that we ate in silence, savouring every inch of our efforts. A frustrating few hours spent assembling furniture, resulting in calloused hands and tired knees, but the living room is finally how we want it and that begs no compromise.

So, I am ready now to begin again. To set out tomorrow morning with a spring in my step, anxious to feel busy again; to feel like I have a day-to-day to set my week and my energies in order. Weekends are always better when there's a week on either side of them, after all.