It’s been a very damp squib of a start to both spring and my “Get Active” 90 Day Challenge. We were lucky here in
the Midlands to escape the worst of Storm Chandra’s fury, but we’ve had
relentless rain for the past week. Not the dramatic, biblical downpour that
batters you into submission and then clears off. No — this is that miserable,
light, sideways rain that lulls you into thinking “Ah sure, it’s grand”… while
quietly soaking you through to the soul.
As a result, I’ve continued to hibernate
indoors. Doing what, I hear you ask?
No? Just the voices in my head again? Right so.
Well, I’ve binged the first half of Bridgerton season four — because you really
can’t beat a bit of dramatic bodice-ripping to warm the cockles of your heart! I’ve
also watched the slow and painful demise of the glory days of the Irish rugby
team. (Character-building, apparently.) And I’ve returned to the comforting
clickety-clack of my trusty knitting needles, which feel like therapy you can
wear.
I have Rita Tighe to thank for my very
appropriate mug — a daily reminder that while spring may be technically here,
motivation is still negotiating its arrival.
At this rate, my 90 Days of
Spring will be sponsored by Netflix, wool, and denial.
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