It may be an obvious thing for many people, not for me. I realised yesterday ,as I was working feverishly away in my studio, that everything was in place. In my studio first and it's trickling on to other rooms of the house too. Of course there are a million and one things still to change and fix and repaint, but really everything is in place.I don't remember this before. I remember a constant restlessness, a continuous search for this or the other. Now, I know where things are because I have made sure they have a place where they belong. I feel this is awffly significant, like maybe I have finally made a home for myself where everything has its place, even me.