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Date: 01 June 2003 19:22:35
I hate this bit - the bit when you have had visitors, waved them off, and come home to normality: getting ready for work tomorrow, listening to the sounds of a quiet house and children sleeping, looking at the sink full of omeletty plates and trying valiently not to put it off until later (but failing).
It's been a lovely week. Good company, fantastic weather, nice places to go and things to do. A half term holiday to remember. And I'll be remembering it for weeks until I get rid of all this sand! What is it with sand? It seems to have an inate ability to multiply and spread and cling and make itself thoroughly at home everywhere... particularly where least welcome. Why does the beach never run out, when the visitors carry so much away with them?
Should I mention how much they've forgotten? Our family has a policy that you should always leave one thing behind when you stay somewhere nice, just to ensure you have to go back and fetch it one day. Working on this basis, they will be back tomorrow for a month! Oh my, what a thought!
The good news - I have managed a whole week without feeling GF-ish at all. I am definitely getting better and better. Hope it lasts for a good while. In fact, I need it to last for a good while, seeing as it's an eight week half term now, with the kids at their worst, and no exams or reports to hang over their little heads to ensure compliance. Heaven help us. Starting the countdown to the Summer Holidays. I don't want to go back to school.
Right, an hour's sleep, then I'll listen to my new CDs. :D Then I'll do the washi...do the washin...... nah, then I'll listen to them again and eat this box of chocolates which is sitting so temptingly alongside my computer. Well, it's the holidays after all!