28/05/2026
Good afternoon everyone,
And no, I am not even going to call this a late check-in, because at this stage it has gone beyond late and entered its own category entirely.
I had full intentions today.
I was going to be working.
Listing.
Posting.
Being very organised and business-like.
And then life, as it so often does, looked at my little plan and laughed directly into its face.
I ended up catching up on housework, laundry, appointments, running around, bringing the girls here and there, sorting bits, doing the usual invisible jobs that somehow eat half the day before you’ve even had a chance to sit down and wonder where your sanity went.
So I am chalking today down as one of those days.
Usually I would give myself the guilties over not posting properly. I would be sitting here thinking I should have done more, listed more, been more productive, been more on top of things.
But not today.
Things got done.
The house moved forward.
Orders were packed.
People were fed.
The wheels kept turning.
And sometimes that has to count too.
It is still absolutely roasting here in Balbriggan. The kind of heat where your thighs are sticking together and you start questioning every life choice that has led you to this exact moment.
In an effort to dress for summer like a normal person, I bought myself a pair of cotton dungarees.
Now, I have not worn dungarees since I was about eight or nine years old, but I thought to myself, these could be lovely. Nice and loose. A little cotton t-shirt underneath. Perfect for the heat.
They arrived.
They were too long, obviously, because I bought them online and apparently I enjoy gambling with fabric. So I did the old elastic band trick around the ankles and pulled them through until they were sitting somewhat okay.
Then I looked in the mirror and thought, why are these so big?
I bought a size small.
I am a small woman.
This was not making sense.
Mia looked at me and said, “Mam, you look like a parachute.”
Ava’s main concern was, “Why is the crotch at your knees, Mam?”
And honestly, valid question.
I stood there defending them, saying they were meant to be loose and flowy and comfortable.
And then I checked them properly.
Maternity dungarees.
That explains the entire situation.
So yes, I have accidentally bought maternity dungarees, which is impressive considering the baby would now be approximately twenty-two years overdue.
In fairness, though, they are comfortable. Very roomy. Possibly suitable for smuggling a small goat. And if a strong breeze catches me later, I may be seen floating gently over Balbriggan like a confused hot air balloon.
Anyway.
I did manage to get the rest of the orders packed today, so thank you so much to everyone who has paid their invoices.
There are still quite a number of invoices unpaid, so if you have received one and are able to get that sorted, I would really appreciate it. I would love to get as much as possible packed, booked and out before the bank holiday, so I can balance everything properly at the end of the month and start next week with fresh books, fresh shelves and fresh beauty.
If you have something here for collection, I would also really appreciate if you could collect as soon as you can, as things are starting to build up a little.
Thank you so much in advance. It really does help more than you know.
For the rest of today, the plan is to survive this heat, make dinner, get everyone fed, and then retire to the furnace, also known as the cave.
I started Yellowstone yesterday on Adam’s recommendation, and I am actually enjoying it, so that will be my evening. Yellowstone, Diet Coke, and a big bowl of ice cream with a Flake in it.
That is about the size of it.
I’ll be back properly tomorrow for normal transmission, or whatever passes for normal around here.
Whatever you are doing this evening, I hope you enjoy it. Stay cool, stay hydrated, and yes, I am fully aware that is rich coming from me, a woman who runs on Red Bull and Diet Coke like a haunted vending machine.
I’ll catch up with you all in the morning.
LOve,
Lynda x