2010, lets make out.

Sometimes if I get out of the swing of bloggery, it is hard to find a graceful moment to jump back on the horse, so I just have to grab its mane and haul myself arkwardly on, my skirt tucked into my undies, accidentally giving myself a painful and intimate horse-rash.



And here I am!



2010, I have plans for you. I'm making myself purty for you and everything.



Ted is starting family day-care one day a week from next week, and Ivy starts going to pre-school for two days from early February. I feel a little tear of heartbreak at the thought, but it's swiftly erased by the excitement of a DAY TO MYSELF.



EVERY.



WEEK.



Ladies! Can I get a witness! I am determined to use my time to write, and ignore the housework.

And it's definitely been a long time since I was working, becuase I'm full of ideas for features and proposals; not limp at the prospect of the pitch-rejection freelance dance... There are a few interesting work prospects on the horizon too.


When I'm not writing, I've got lots of fun plans. This year I want to learn how to make soap, ginger beer, jam and chutney. I'm determined to master my sewing machine to make the kids clothes this year (my hand-sewing is worse than bodgy) and this winter, I'm knitting: dishcloths, for starters. A year for domestic skills, and trying to pay the bills.