We’re having a weekend doing nothing. No long drives to the caravan. No visitors. Just quiet, ourselves.
Well, apart from the sponsored dance the girls did all yesterday morning.
And Spurs fan writing reports.
I had a walk, followed by an afternoon nap.
A night out for one, with football types.
A night in for the other, with wine and a book.
Home and away Gaelic football matches.
Laundry. The sun is out, so it might even get dry.
Preparing for the week ahead- conference Monday, fundraising with the torch on Tuesday, conference Thursday (whose life is this anyway?)
Oh, need to think of something to say seven times- to all the year groups in the primary school- to children about rare diseases for Tuesday.
Really, what fool thought that would be a good idea?
Sometimes my mind runs away with itself, and leaves the rest of me struggling.
Can I go back to doing nothing?