Blink and you miss it...

No, not the snail, it was still there an hour later, much to Anya's delight. This is how I wish I was at the minute, going at a snail's pace, having the time and the energy to take everything, to relax and take it easy. As hard as a try to get things done and caught up I seem to be landed with more and more things to do. Time seems to be flying by, the days turn into weeks into months into years and all of a sudden I'm five years off being 40! Mid life crisis? Not exactly but I do suddenly feel I'm not going to get everything finished in time to enjoy any of it. (Please note this is spoken with a huge dollop of irony, I don't do depressed so don't worry!). Plus we are about to pack part of our lives up and live in a state of no man's land while we attempt to move up the property ladder. I suddenly know how Dorothy felt as her house was whisked up by the tornado wondering where it was going to land. There's no place like home...there's no place like home...