all jacked up

sweetness & love - Oliver - avec his debonnaire face*

He's convinced himself that he bears a stunning resemblance to Don Draper - and he's been spending a lot of time, atop his pillow with a view, practicing his tres handsome, brooding, you-can-never-be-quite-sure-what-I'm-thinking look. And ... a 1 and a 2 and cue the music.

Oliver's been playing the role of Creative Director all week, and it's a role that he takes very seriously. He's been insisting on having catch up, brain storming meetings many times throughout each day and he prefers to have them on my desk blotter, smack in the centre of everything. I swear he loves the feeling of tracing paper under his paws.

Oh my and what a week's it been - it's fantastic don't get me wrong, I love it really. It's just been a very unusually jam packed busy week here at the teak topped desk. 8-8 most days (with breaks of course to walk with Miss D). I've been holding my breath, forgetting to breath and feeling like I'm absolutely racing through each day. And when I finally have an opportunity to slow down, when Winn and I are out for our stroll along the harbour's edge, I forget how to. I feel beat yet I'm not sleeping well, I'm all jacked up on hope, goodness and adrenaline. I suspect this is where both yoga and meditation would be very good things. Uh Huh, I'll add them to my list.

Lots of small fishing boats are leaving the harbour this early morning, along with a sweet little red coast guard ship. Crows and fading stars and the first signs of peach tinged clouds against a brand new baby blue sky. Bubbles, promise and coffee ... here we go again.

*in hopes that Millie will see this post and read about his high profile job


his office with a harbour view

Sigh ... pure joy. Miss Millie from the UK has a tiny dog - she has invisible wings.