The pile of read books for reviewing is growing. The pile of books I am reading is growing even faster. The pages in my moleskine are grtting filled.

Yet I have very little to say.

The cassis coloured (which is kind of purple mixed with red) curtains went up in the bedroom last night. The room looked divine this morning as the sun was battling to shine through them.

In fact our home with Mr Moon is coming together beautifully. It is all down to finishing touches now. Nothing big requiring massive inavestments.

I admire him so much. No job is too big as long as he knows how to do it.

I dislike the fact that there is a morsel of my mother in me. In a sense a woman who wants to be the authority and in control. It makes me sound like a control freak but I do find hints of that in myself which is scary.

Now I would like a cassis coloured quilt.