That is supposed to say backward, you know, backwards. I apologise, it worked better in my head. I am regretting increasing my picture size, having been inspired by the photos over on Sarah's beautiful blog.
Ah this week, I am glad it is Friday. It has been a niggly sort of week. The long Bank Holiday weekend went by in a haze of fence painting, and suddenly it was Tuesday. The fence panels look brilliant and I am so glad we did it (except our neighbours have just said they are thinking of extending some fencing and I have visions of our newly painted panels getting replaced imminently!), and I also can't wait to show you pictures of our newly built raised beds once they are planted up, they were a great success.
Since the weekend though, things have not gone quite to plan. My wonderful early starts have not continued, and my wake up time is getting later and later all over again. My hopes of blogging daily also fell by the wayside. Millie's house training has definitely gone backwards, and she has weed on our bed for the second time in less than a month, despite us being right there with her and her only having just been let out (more fool us for letting her back up there I realise) So it was back to the dry cleaners with the duvet, thanks to my wonderful step-dad for taking it on both occasions. We have been topsy-turvy ever since, sleeping in the spare room, lots of washing and drying going on, and so I was very grateful to get home from work tonight and find The Husband had remade beds and tidied up and life was starting to look back to normal. I also managed to do a run tonight that was my slowest in weeks, though I am trying very hard to think positively, and tell myself I was going faster than everyone on the sofa, and similar such platitudes, but I do feel a little that my early-rising, faster-running, slightly smug sounding self from last weekend has been put back in her place!
I also managed to wipe all of the messages from my mum off my phone by accident, and in a bid to restore them went backwards in time, albeit only by 36 hours as I restored my phone from its backup. Luckily it worked and I only lost a few messages, but it was a bit of a faff, and I hadn't realised until tonight's run that I had also lost all of music that was on there, so I am partially blaming my slower pace on the fact that I was trudging along in silence.
Some of the backwards have been more positive, though. The number of things on my list is gradually going backwards, with voting for the first time ticked off, and a hill climb with my step-dad planned for tomorrow (albeit a warm-up for a bigger walk later in the year). We are part way to planting a veg patch, and I have got my list of classic films ready to start watching. Another backwards has also been the numbers on the scales, with a more concerted effort to improve my diet this week, coupled with the more regular running, and plenty of support from my wonderful mum. It is a small start but it is going in the right direction. And we also looked back thirteen years this week, to our first date, as sixteen year olds at the cinema. I don't think we ever could have imagined that night that 13 years later we would be married, in a home just round the corner from my parents, or that we would spend the evening stripping our bed and cursing our mischievous but much-loved Millie.