Feeling a bit contemplative tonight . . .as the recession seems a given and a sale, ergo financial freedom, an eon away, there is light at the end of the tunnel . .
Six weeks . . . .
The time it took for my husband to be, to ask me out on a proper date
The time it took me to read my first book club book
The time it took for me to realise that I didn't want to be a teacher
The time it took to travel around the Society Islands
The time it took for me to have driving lessons before I made the test
The time I missed my parents when they first had their longest holiday and left me home with three siblings
The time it takes to get my pool blue after the duck dating service leaves
The time it took for my babies to sleep through the night
The time it took for 9 little Christmas decorations from Rothenburg to be gamma irradiated
The time it took to diagnose fibroids and ovarian cysts
The time I spent just one summer holiday off work with my children
The time it took for my wonderful father to fall from handsome and healthy to bedridden and dying
The time it took for me to talk to my now best friend
The time it took for me to recover from a miscarriage
The time it took for me to make a house into a home
The time it took for me to find a dog that is absolutely perfect
The time it took to travel from England to Australia
The time it took before I started smoking again
The time it took before anyone commented on my blog
The time it takes to get your Dyson repaired
The time it takes for a passport to arrive in the post
The time it takes for a horse to realise that you really are its new master
The time it takes to house train a puppy
The time it takes to paint the interior of my house
The time it takes for a film that I really want to see be released
The time it took to develop a particular online friendship which I value beyond reason
The time that my Christmas tree stands glorious in the corner of my loungeroom
The time it will take to organise a party . . .
It took me way, way, longer to realise that my children are indeed my legacy and people of whom I am exceedingly proud.
It's also the time it takes before my best friend comes home . . .