Hail, rain, gales. What a lovely way to start the new year.
Of course the first five and a bit hours were excellent, and it’s true time DOES fly when you are having fun, with much laughter and teasing and alcohol. Hell even my wee granny was having a drambuie to herself, through a straw I should add (she’s got a crick in her neck and can’t tilt her head back far enough to drain the glass), go Gran!
Home at 5.30a.m. and back up at 11.30a.m. and then a day of lounging around watching TV. Tomorrow my sister-in-law is coming over for dinner, and on Monday we’re visiting Stuart and Alan for dinner. Tuesday we have reserved for returning our house to some form of normality before we start back at work on Wednesday.
Work. Just the thought of it… eecchhhh.
Still I shouldn’t moan too much. We fly to Spain on the 10th, which leaves us next weekend to get all the things on the “could you please bring” list that Louise’s parents provide. That includes lorne sausage, beef, and a turnip. So far. Ohh and two lightshades. How the hell do you pack lightshades?!?!? Suggestions welcomed!