I've been a bit lacking in motivation lately. Couldn't seem to persuade myself to do what I ought to do. Or what I enjoy doing. I don't believe this house has been properly cleaned for a very long time. The sheets are nearly crawling off the beds. There's dust and dirt all over the floors and I don't even want to look in the loo. I've been struggling to come up with ideas for my drama classes and stressing about whether they'll work or not. I haven't managed to get to a yoga class for well over a month. Not since in fact I cleared and mopped and cleaned and erected my very own little shrine to Iyengar for the very purpose of doing yoga at home. I won't go into all the other boring details of my slip into inertia apart from to say that I think I've lifted my game and turned a corner. As will be evidenced by my more regular blog writing.
here if you are so inclined.
Naturally when Monkey Man spied the bluestones he got chatting to the workers and asked if he could take them off their hands and save them a trip to wherever they were planning to take them. And for a couple of beers and some hauling to the front yard they were ours.
But what to do with a lovely pile of bluestones?
I was thinking about