I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room watching the remains of the weekend ebb away from me.

We still have no bathroom, no shower, and no washing machine.

Here I am at the beginning of another week, and I can’t help wondering where on earth the weekend went.

After a day cleaning the house from top to bottom, I slept on the sofa last night – to avoid any chance of catching the bug my other half had on Friday night.

My other half went down with the bug that’s gone through the house this morning – which we’re guessing in norovirus.

We are having the downstairs bathroom ripped out at the moment.

I simplified the front page of the blog this evening – returning it to it’s old-school roots.

At 1am yesterday evening – just as we were switching the lights off around the house, brushing our teeth, and getting ready for bed, our youngest daughter came down the stairs at some speed, carrying her baby daughter.

The clock ticked past midnight half an hour ago, and ushered February into existence – or at least it did for me.

I sat down late last night to write something, then dithered over the opening sentence for a few minutes before asking myself “why am I even doing this?”.