It’s 6 p.m. on Sunday and everything is quiet at home. George looks mournful on the carpet. Natalie must have gone out, I saw her fleetingly, unless that was her shadow, as she returned from her driving lesson with Colin. Holly is watching Home Alone 3. Alice is on her way back from her first snowboarding less at the snow centre in Hemel Hempstead with Caroline at the Wheel. And I’m sitting here and writing this.
Sometimes in my life, I don’t know just exactly what to focus on next. There seems so many important tasks to do. I left to go shopping this afternoon at about 15:15, to get the last bargains at Waitrose and Sainsbury’s on a Sunday. I’ve been busy ever since. Shopping, unloading the shopping, cooking something to eat (a fillet steak as it goes) when I got back and then putting on a roast duck for Alice to take as a packed lunch tomorrow – Alice loves duck wraps – and putting on a chicken chausseur (packet mix and recipe I’m afraid) for us all to have for our Sunday tea. So I just sat down with a coffee and noticed that the last post was some time ago.
Hopefully it won’t be so long until the next one.
Until next time.