Last weekend I did something I hardly ever do.

I took a whole day off...!

I know. Try to contain your shock.

I reorganised my wardrobe, baked blueberry and white chocolate muffins and shared them with my family. Pretty delicious too if I do say so myself.

And for one whole glorious day I did not think about work at all.

Well. Almost.

Because here is the thing about doing work that genuinely matters to you. It has a way of sneaking back in. Not in a stressful way. More like a quiet tap on the shoulder reminding you why you do what you do.

This morning I took a day off work and tackled my rental property.

Now, handywoman is not exactly a title I would put on my CV. But there was no one else available and the place needed a spruce up. So I got stuck in.

I cleaned with gusto. Found the paint, the brushes and the drop sheets. Started with a touch up here and a touch up there. And then, before I knew it, I had the roller in my hand and I was rolling the walls in my very cumbersome and uncoordinated manner.

I could practically visualise my heavenly husband cringing behind his fluffy white cloud, hands over his eyes at the execution of my work.