I'm a Halloween denier but the fairies who live in our tree like to welcome trick or treaters so I have to play along.  We only had two callers so I'll be eating sugary rubber for the foreseeable future.  

I realised today that it's three months today since I retired.  I gave myself a month's grace to decompress after which I'd attack my to do list.  I've been feeling guilty that I've done absolutely bugger all in the last few months.  I just can't find the time. 

For many years, I've been blaming my demanding job, unpaid overtime, stress, blah blah blah for always being disorganised and tearing around like a headless chicken.  Now I don't have those excuses, I have no deadlines or pressure, it turns out it wasn't my job at all.  It's me.  

So what if I haven't redecorated the house, redesigned the garden, pointed the chimney (we haven't got one).  I'm going to do things on the list when I can and not beat myself when I don't.  I'm going to celebrate the small achievements as much as the biggies.  There.