The thing about me is this. Once I start doing something, once I get something between my teeth I cannot stop. This is not necessarily a good thing.
If there is chocolate in the house I cannot rest until it has all been eaten up. Please secretly buy a bottle of nutella and hide it from me, I asked Mark the other day.
If I start a book I have to know that I have nothing else happening in my life at the time that can’t be neglected (my poor husband. My poor children…)
It was like that with my blog for a while. I wrote and wrote and wrote. As you can see the novelty wore off.
So I’ve had the first two series of Downton Abby that I borrowed from a friend waiting on my shelf. Waiting. Because I’ve been rehearsing and busy and not trusting myself with it. And now rehearsals are winding up, I’ve got a bit more free time. So the other day I thought “ah, just one episode” And now I cannot. Stop.