I had a wonderful epiphany the other day, I want a room outside where I can sit in the dry, where my teenager can chill with her friends that’s not in my house so I bought a gazebo! Genius.
Not so much, you live in England! I have this thing tied down in every corner, I have it tied to my house and the fence yet the poles keep popping out. The wind sounds like it’s going to take the whole thing away and the sides have ripped where they should be tied. Not so genius!
I am due to go back to work this week so have been sorting the house out ready for winter just incase I don’t have time later on. I completely gutted the garden so it looked fresh during winter and didn’t make me sad, hence the wonderful gazebo idea. The house is all clean and tidy, and my mind feels clear with it ready to re-enter society.
I shall try not to be sad about my bad idea, we all have them and as long as we use them as a lesson then it was all for a reason, no matter how frustrating. Now to try and take this thing down. Wish me luck. Blessed be š
Anarchy & Anxiety 