There are only so...

many hairs you can pluck out of your chin.

Tapestry stitches to sew.

Boxes to pack.

Cakes to make and send to friends.

Instructions to issue.

Countries cuisines to replicate as you sit and wait.

Blog posts to write to bore the few folk who visit.

People to watch as they pass by on the prom.

Plants to to water.

Books to read.

Fishermen to watch catching fish no bigger than whitebait.

Dogs on rescue centre websites to coo over.

Papers to read and chunter over.

Stones with holes in to look for on the beach.

Huffs to get with hubs when he tells me to uncross my gammy leg.

Times to resist the temptation of chocolate.

Walls to climb out of boredom.

Days to count until we go.

Cups of tea to drink before 
billiousness sets in.
Times I can resist showing just one photo of our new home on this blog.  Even now with just a couple of weeks to go I am worried I will jinx the deal.

Is it any wonder I say... 

‘I’m bored, what can I do for badness?’

An oft times refrain heard in this house never more so than 
NOW!