It seems I was not the only one to have an 'off' week last week, judging by your lovely supportive comments. Pipany made me laugh when she said: "my grumpiness is driving even me mad!" and that's it, in a nutshell. I was irritating myself on a daily basis, and of course I was the only one who could do anything about it. Well, I'm pleased to say that a sense of balance has been restored, helped no doubt by mostly blue skies and sunshine over the weekend.
Time to potter at home - a bit of gardening, a bit of reading, a bit of dreaming. And some time laughing with girlfriends over tea and chocolate brownies, the smoke from the bonfire enveloping us in that wonderful woody smell that lingers in your hair, your clothes, the dogs' fur, long after you've come home.
Loving the bright colours of the calendula and poppies scattered through my friend K's vegetable patch
And I've also been thinking about what it means to be creative - inspired in part by this book, recommended to me by Ginny. It's a great book to dip into...lots of activities to free the spirit, to get you playing again. Overall, it reminds you that being creative is also about having fun and letting go.