Got my new (to me) bedside table. I love my white room.
Got my finished pottery back. It’s so satisfyingly smooth.
Organised and sorted out my room. Chucked a whole heap of stuff out and tidied lots. I feel pretty calm after that.
‘Working’ from home. Or embroidering for a few hours.
Finding the perfect bedside table. Secondhand. Wooden. White. Cheap. I knew I was waiting for a reason.
Starting the campsite research. And not being immediately put off. Maybe it could happen.