A change will do you good

I'm sitting down for the first time in 6 hours. The planned cycle ride was postponed due to less than excellent weather, and suddenly J and I had the whole day to ourselves. So what better way to spend a grey Saturday than to move the bedroom.

We live in a two-bedroom flat. One of the bedrooms was used to sleep in, the other as an office / gym. But because of our mollusc-intelligence neighbour and the traffic outside our window, we've had trouble getting our beauty sleep. That's why we switched the two rooms around. It was a lengthy project, one that left me with an achy back, but now it's done and we're both really pleased with the result. The bedroom is much cosier, and the office / gym suddenly has room for even more torture devices exercise instruments.

I even found a place to hang my medals. From right to left: 5Ks, 10Ks, Halves, Marathon and Ultra. Too heavy to the right, too few to the left.

High on this surge of energy that I suppose I always have when I don't spend half the day running (it's been 20227 minutes since I last ran, but hey, who's counting), I then attacked the Plant. The Plant is sitting on our kitchen window and has been spreading out in every which direction, including upwards, with its thorny claws. We've been having nightmares where it leaves its pot and hops over to where we're sleeping, and then wraps its green tentacles around our throats and chokes us. So it was time for it to get a haircut.

I approached it with caution, because, you know, the thorns? I also approached it with a pair of scissors. I hacked away with gleeful abandon, using the scissors to push the thorny branches into the garbage bag. When I was done, I took a step back and admired my work. There were some dry leaves caught up in the tangled mess of the Plant. I may or may not have used the vacuum cleaner to take these away.