Summer holiday goals

I mentioned in my last post that I wrote a summer holiday list, inspired by an online friend who did the same to try to give his summer a bit of structure. It made me nostalgic for when I used to do monthly goal-setting on this blog. I'm not going to say I will restart because, well, yknow, I don't need any more deadlines in my life to feel guilty about not meeting. But I liked this and am going to work on an autumn version. 

Not too bad at all. I tried to keep it mixed and all fun stuff. Ginge is my car and Mr Z washed it for me last week, love him. 'Night out with friends' was my slightly more sanitised version of 'get drunk' because I never allow that anymore, I can never afford to lose the next day to the inevitable eye-wateringly early wake up and therefore essential afternoon nap that a lot of alcohol causes, but I decided this was me being a bit too controlling of myself and so we had the wine flight with the tasting menu in Oslo and then went for cocktails after. It is classic me to aim to get drunk in what must be the second soberest capital in Europe (our tour guide told us Norway is a lot of seconds...second greenest capital, second highest coffee consumption...). 

The house clean jobs turned into a bit of a decluttering mission but I think that's OK. I pulled out all the bags that were jumbled by the fridge and counted them...why did I need 64 reusable shopping bags, when I do the vast majority of my grocery shopping online?

Spot the horrified Lenin in picture one, appalled that a new space has become available to explore in the kitchen but there is this enormous barrier suddenly in front of it. 

It was quite hard getting rid of some of these, turns out I am weirdly emotionally attached to some bags, but I was inspired by the tote that said 'collect memories not things' (the irony) and so over half of these got donated to the local foodbank. I also had eight kitchen aprons, of which I need to ditch six. Sorting for charity shop and ragging must surely be a job for this next season. 

I didn't mean to count PT sessions and yoga towards the gym visits so really I only made it to five. I intended to go today but, here I am, just clearing the decks before I pop off to Oxford for my dissertation workshops, so I guess I paid them for the month of August and didn't use it. But that's OK. I am looking forward to getting back to it.

I will have to put the kayak on the autumn list. I haven't had her out once yet this year, shame.