Back to work

I'm back at work now - coming to the end of my first working week, in fact. The main surprise is how unsurprising it all is. Same desk, same colleagues, same routine (different tube station though!). Still, I am "working" from home two days a week for the moment, which means no travel, hurrah. This means that I wander around in my pyjamas with mad hair, thinking about what I need to do for work but not doing very much.

I'm sure I'll get used to it. In the meantime, I love the flat more and more: I can spend days at a time just pottering about in it. There was a frost today on the roof of MY SHED, which made me feel very grown up. And most of my stuff is now where it is going to live, though I am still annoyed with some things for not having an obvious home.

Part of my obsession with STUFF is having the right amount - enough that I can do the stuff I want to, without having so much that it gets in the way. It's difficult to tell if you have the right amount when you have different storage. I sound unhinged, don't I?