#One Week - Spring '13 - A Few Warm Days

When I was a child, I would save my stash of best and favourite sweets until last - a bag of sherbet, a curly wurly, half-melted maltesers - so they wouldn't run out, that I would have an endless supply hiding under my bed. Even as a fully-fledged adult, I like to take my time over a baked vanilla cheesecake or strawberry crumble soaked in custard - the very, very last mouthful waiting on the plate until I am completely ready, my taste buds on full alert for that final bite.

And this is how I feel spring has treated us this year. She has saved her best until last - these first days of June, the curly wurly, that last morsel of crumble. After all the mood swings, she has finally blessed us with sunshine. It's lifted my spirits. It's improving my complexion. I'm feeling creative - the fingers made for writing have even weeded the garden this week!

Spring has been a heady cocktail of change and movement. A new home and a new pre-school. And I couldn't be happier for Younger Dad, Little A and I. Apart from re-plumbing the entire kitchen sink and the half-functioning hob and the bathroom leek and the fridge freezer exhaling one last breath, I so love... love... love... living here. Moving house was full of hiccups but the journey well worth the extra sliver hairs. Still, I would rather not repeat the process for a long, long time.



And through all the sorting and clearing and mending and refurbishing, I have managed to make time for my second love, my writing. My words are beginning to bloom. I have made great inroads with my novel, Four Gigs, having now written around sixteen thousand words, and I have decided to attend The Festival of Writing in York this coming September. I can't quite believe the path that blogging has led me down. It's amazing. It really, truly is.

When I thought the going couldn't get any better, I found myself shortlisted as a semi-finalist in the Britmums in Brilliance Awards (BiBs), and have been asked to read this post at the blogger's key note speech at the end of the conference. What an honour! I am so excited. I am so nervous. And I feel for those 500 attendees who will suffer my personal slaughter of Happy Birthday. Marilyn Monroe I am not.

Bring your ear plugs...

I never thought I would hear myself say it, but I am glad this windy, soggy spring is behind us. 

Summer is thankfully on our doorstep. The longest day nearly upon us. 

The Pimms, the BBQ's, the holidays. Wimbledon, strawberries, green salads. 

And over the weeks of July and August I am slowing the blog down - taking a break - as I need to concentrate on the novel. 

I am looking forward to a long, lazy, slow summer. Are you? 

This is the final day of the seasonal linky One Week. I wanted to say a big, big thank you to all those lovely bloggers who joined in, and those who commented, and tweeted, in support of this project.

One Week will hopefully return this summer. Get your cameras at the ready and imaginative hats on! The date planned - 9-13 September - is sandwiched between a week away and the writing festival. I am considering either leaving it, or just running the linky over a couple of days instead of the usual five. 

For more details about One Week, take a gander here. You can join in for one, two ... or the full five days...

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