Hurry up, April. I’m done with March! You’ve had your marching orders, you heard me, sling your hook. The planets will be in a different, more favourable position on the 3rd of April, and I for one am glad.
Soon I’ll be having a long-scheduled hair appointment at my gorgeous salon in York. I return to York periodically to revisit my glamorous self, she doesn’t get much of a look-in these days though.
When I’m there, it is the city of me and my husband, of food shopping at M&S, of walking to the Odeon on a Friday night. Of second-hand furniture shopping, shoe shopping, meals out, fudge. Jewellery. Engagements and weddings and decorating houses. Of playing at it, as my Dad you say.
Here in April, there will be new carpets. New, lovely carpets with yummy tones of navy blue and orange (bonkers?), I’ve sold some of our furniture and that will need replacing. I’m very cross with our sofa, but my anger can’t magic £300 so I’ll have to live with it for now. Perhaps the carpets will be enough. Oh, and we’re painting, too- the living room and the stairs and the upstairs landing. I suppose this decision to make where we live NOW a nicer place signifies a shift- we were all about moving and we still want to go, but since house prices have gone to shit it’s here we have to stay for now. And so we will make our home beautiful again.
That’ll make living in it better.
And of course, April is my new business venture birthdate. Daisy Cakes will become a trading, real-live business. I don’t have any ambitions, particularly. Just that people might eat my cakes and love them.
So much to do before then, business accounts and environmental health and STUFF.
And breastfeeding. Months ago, I set easter as a target for weaning. No, that isn’t going to happen. Certainly not. Not when she practically takes a running jump for my breast… But I’m choosing to listen to her and trust what she needs. I owe it to her.
Plus, it looks like I’ll be going on some training to learn how to help support breastfeeding mothers for the good old NHS.
April will be a good month, and if it isn’t, there’s always May.