Tomorrow I have to get out of bed for the last (guaranteed) week of work. I don’t anticipate that it will be a fun week – we’ll have to wind up the last sales, contact all our fave customers, say goodbye, and generally wind things up. I’ll have to take my pot plant, my knitting magazines, and my teabags.
So I’ve had lots of support, and offers, and everything is going to be fine. Wonderful. Brilliant.
But in the meantime, I’ve another week to get through. Unless they keep us open for another week. Or another two. Or until Christmas…. I can’t stand the waiting.