My son is back from uni and taken up his regular place of being asleep on the sofa. I woke him up today at 1pm, he ate with all of us and is now having a nap. Honestly. How is he ever going to cope in the real world? He’s appeared back on the scene with an additional pair of crutches having twisted or torn or ruptured a knee ligament whilst skiing with the university.
We’ve had a great Easter weekend. I spent the day at a spa with some friends on Saturday whilst the children were with their dad and then when they came back on Sunday we spent the day eating Easter eggs and hot cross buns.
So nothing much to report – we all went out with friends for dinner last night and all is back to normal.
Work tomorrow.
Which makes me feel a little like this duck in the park:-
