A Slow Start

 It’s been a wonderfully slow and relaxed start to January. It was the first full week back at work, and while it’s been full on from the start, I’ve remained calm and focussed. 

The days have been freezing, which helps keep things relaxed, to be honest. It’s not like I have any FOMO when it’s -3 outside. As far as I ventured was a lunchtime visit to the local charity shops. I was tempted by a handbag, but did well at sticking to my pledge not to buy any handbags this year, and walked away with only a book I've been wanting to read. 

The Snowman, by Jo Nesbo. It is just week one though, so let's see how long it actually takes me to cave and add yet another bag to my collection. 

Wednesday evening the chap came over in what was a welcome spot of midweek socialising. He rolled up with some beautiful flowers, bringing thoughts of the Spring and warmer days to the home. After taking my outside Christmas lights down for me (he's a good egg), we went across to a local pub, The Tunny Catch, for dinner with Mum, little miss and Thelma. I didn’t get any photographs. Isn’t it nice sometimes just to not get any photographs? 

After a delicious veggie chilli, followed by bannoffee tart and coffee it was back home to watch a 1960s episode of Lost in Space, before the chap headed off for home and little miss headed off to bed. The rest of the week followed the same quiet rhythm until the weekend. Saturday me and Mum decided to go down to the cinema at York to see Nosferatu. 

As a lifelong horror fan, and regular viewer of the original, Mum had wanted to see it since its release. It didn’t disappoint. Dark, menacing and gripping it was a really excellent remake, and I’d definitely recommend it. 

Sunday, I took little miss to a party, washed my makeup brushes and treated myself to a posh online purchase, but you’ll have to wait until next week to see what it is. I’m not sure next week will be quite as calm, but hopefully it’ll be warming up too.