Dabbling

As it turns out, I'm spending the summer careering along a mad parabola of rearrangement and redecoration. The young'un is back to stay for a while and her room is getting a facelift, just in time for her to vacate it for two weeks while a Japanese teenager comes to stay. And I'm reorganizing the rest of the house. And gardening. And sewing. And NOT practising. And enjoying it all hugely, except I'm not sure how long I can maintain the pace. I'm no spring chicken, after all. More of a stewing hen. Jaded Old Bird.