Change

Things are going to change.

June sounds ages away. Not so much when you say that it's only its about ten weeks away. Thats when baby Dave comes into the world. Big changes.

I'm spending my easter weekend and following week off decorating the spare bedroom into a nursery. Book shelf being converted to storage. Rocking chair sanded and repainted. Walls stripped and painted and some sort of bloody pictures getting drawn on as well. Again, change.

I'm ok with all of this. Sort of even looking forward to the mess and swearing that it is going to produce over this coming week. What I'm not looking forward to is the drawing of the crap that is going up. It started with the simple idea of a few easy to draw farm animals. Great, get the projector from work and copy round the lines. This has now been upgraded to the whole of old MacDonalds sodding farm and by the sounds of it, Edinburgh Zoo chucked in for good measure. Simple stuff I can do, whole wall's of shading in a cow's arse, not so much. I can see me going back to work early on Tuesday afternoon with a purple complexion and vain's a popping from neck and temple area's.

Oh yeah, change is good.