19/10/2025
Good morning, everyone.
I’m sitting here with my aul Red Bully listening to the rain and debating whether I’ll actually swing my little legs out of the bed and do something productive. I slept well last night, so I’m grateful for that but I can hear Rob fluting about downstairs, clearly hoping I’ll get up and make a fry. Not likely, Rob.
Today’s plan: packing, packing, and more packing.
I know some of you added to your orders over the weekend, so I’ll be updating invoices this morning so everything can go out together and you only pay one postage. It makes life easier on both ends.
I’ll be showing you some beauty later too.
And I might finally deal with the seven million cans waiting to be returned to the can bank, or bottle bank, or whatever it’s called. I’m really not feeling it… but there’s so many of them I’m starting to feel judged.
I don’t think the girls have anywhere to be today either, so it’ll be a quiet one here. I’m not sure what’s for dinner, I always feel like Sunday should mean a roast but I have a proper craving for sausage, egg and chips. And honestly? Who says you can’t have that on a Sunday?
It’s funny how our upbringing and conditioning still show up in the smallest things. The “shoulds” sneak in everywhere, don’t they?
So today I’m reminding myself:
You don’t have to spend three hours peeling, basting and roasting if you don’t want to.
Curry, toasties, or pasta bake is just as valid. Especially if it comes with a side of peace.
I’m going to give myself another 15 minutes of bed, music, and gentle planning before I get moving, it’s a big week ahead, and I want to start it on a calm note.
Whatever you’re doing today, I hope it brings you some kind of ease. That’s what Sundays are for.
Love,
Lynda x