Mrs Jigsaw

Skippety-skipped to my beloved cashdayjob today in the spring sunshine, humming the opening lines of 'Oh what a beautiful morning'. It rained soon after in true Edinburgh style, but felt great at the time to be seeing a hazy glimpse of the coming spring. Thought about how cool it will be if it is sunny in Amsterdam in a month's time, and how much I am looking forward to being there on holiday at last... always love the first day in a new city, rucksack on back and map not yet wadded into a ball in my hand. We always end up arriving by train from the airport after being stung too many times by taxi fares - even Bangkok has a spectacularly organised bus service for pennies; it is slow, but far preferable to air-con blandness and a rip off price.

Looks like the walk from the Amsterdam station takes us on a bit of a tourist whistle-stop of the city anyway, which will be good for getting bearings. For some reason my usually useless sense of direction becomes a finely honed machine once on holiday and becomes my main duty, while Stu handles finance. Nothing improves my lousy maths, especially an exchange rate sum to, so that is best left in safer hands.

Another weight has lifted tonight from my determinedly heavy brow (this week has been a vintage one for worry-mongering) with the email stating that our side of the finance is on target; big sigh of relief. Now I can shift my worrying attentions to the survey result and the 'damp problems' alluded to therein. If I had found a tenement basement in Edinburgh without damp I think I would deserve a medal, so no surprises, just be good to know what course of action is needed and how much. Starting to look into grants for renovations tomorrow as there must be something we can go for...

Messing with little paintings suggested by the big one I just finished, which is very satisfying and given me ideas for signage within the gallery and cafe; Mrs Jigsaw may be appearing in a few places soon...