I borrowed this book from the library the other day.
I went to pick up another book I had on hold, started browsing the shelves and saw it peeking out at me.
My Mum is so good at keeping house. I thought when I was a grown up I would inherit her skills.
I haven’t. Yet? Maybe there is still time.
I haven’t opened this book. It’s sitting on the table in front of me as I type this. I plan to have a look at it this weekend. I’m imagining clean floors, neat white boxes lining my shelves, the minimalist look, this time next week. Maybe?