I had a sudden realisation last night. Right after I got home, and after I had stopped off at a bookshop on the way home and bought a cupcake recipe book. The knitting thing. The wanting to bake cupcakes thing. The obssessively cruising interior design websites like these cool sites.
First thought, rapidly discarded, was that I'm pregnant. After a quick check to confirm the absence of womb (still), I despatched this thought. Second thought, also rapidly discarded after a quick check in the mirror, was that I was turning into Martha Stewart. Then I thought about an off the cuff question and answer with Graeme on Wednesday night at the pub.
[Whilst talking about guys, relationships, you know Boy Talk...]
Graeme: Do you want a boyfriend?
Me: [Nano-second pause] Yes. Yes I do.
So there. It's nesting. I'm not sure yet whether I'm trying to make myself into a Trophy Wife or a Chubby Hubby, but meanwhile I think I'm off to look at the Golden Retriever ads in the paper...