I can't get going. Stuff is spread across my workroom, the lounge room and the dining table. It's paperwork. It relates to Mr Dunnit and his new work. And his old work. And all the paperwork that goes with assessing your life when monumental change occurs. My way of dealing with it is to label it accurately, file it neatly and keep it controlled. Not so Mr Dunnit, and he ain't ready to let me loose on it. So I can't do that either.
I can't go and do some much needed grocery shopping. We're sharing a car and Mr D is out. I could schlep down to the village to pick up essentials, but as we've been away, essentials alone will fill a car boot, so I'm gonna wait. I may even have help if I wait!
I can't get into Miss Dunnit's room....sleepover bedding and all sorts blocking my route. You'd think I wanted to - but my intention was merely to scout for mugs and glasses...the kitchen cupboards are looking suspiciously empty again!
I can't get over that 3 days after getting home, I'm still surprised by the cold! Today is a beautiful sunny and shiny day, I was almost fooled into a t shirt when I dressed. The ice field that is the bathroom floor put me into UK weather mode as fast as you like.
I can't stop thinking about how amazing it was in Tenerife to see Poinsettias planted in the ground, doing really well....the smell of bright yellow Jasmine as we huffed and puffed our way up the steps to the villa (and thereafter used the 4 lifts!) and the delicious hibiscus in full bright flower. Gorgeous sights for a child of the northern hemisphere.
I can't therefore, face the frost bitten and untidy looking garden in front of me without feeling the weight of the work rather than the joy of the planning and the production.
I can't get over how a slight cold has become gargantuan and caused me to lose 2 days of my life sitting in a chair being snotty and hot, and worst of all, practically voice-less. It's OK, me and the will-to-live are fighting back properly now.
And I cannot, can't, will not, get over how lovely it is to be home.