Deb put her finger on it.
Today sees a return to near normality at home. For a few years now, quiet Sundays at home didn't exist. Along with all the regular comings and goings of a typical (coz we are fairly typical) family, I've "had to" spend about half the day with mum. Now mum isn't with us anymore, I've suddenly got time on my side, for the 1st time in years. But with nothing planned, rubbish weather, girls all sorted, I've been at a loss at what to do. Too cold and wet to be out and about running walking or cycling, too uninspired to think DIY. I can't even set about the Sunday roast as there's a mountain of chow mein left over from last nights wok night. Southampton v Swansea is the least worst option right now, along with a refresher from Monsieur Artois.
Maybe I'm going to have to learn how to do lazy Sundays from now on.
Cheers
Jez
