We have all now broken up for the hols. The children finished yesterday, as did I and G finished a couple of hours ago.
T has had the traditional teenage start to the holidays of a long lay in followed by alternating from the sofa for TV watching and texting to foraging missions to the kitchen cupboard. S was collected by her friend's mum at 10 o'clock this morning and is due back around 6 so all in all I think they'll both have enjoyed their first day off.
As for me, well I've done some important stuff like changing over bags.
This will be my bag for the rest of the summer.
Sweet as cherry pie.
I have been doing other important stuff too, such as sorting out all things needed for a week at the seaside.
We are off to north Norfolk very soon. We have our train tickets, vague ideas for places to visit, I really want to go to Cromer, and a list of local walks which has pleased T no end!
I must admit that last night I felt so tired I didn't do a thing. There was plenty I could have done but once home with the thought that there was no more work until September I began to relax and switch off it all and felt quite lethargic by early evening. Instead of referring to my to do list I did something from my want to do list and listened to the In Our Time edition from a couple of weeks ago which was about the Virginia Woolf novel Mrs Dalloway. I read this book a couple of years ago and feel like I need to re-read it again after listening to the Radio 4 programme.
This afternoon, whilst ironing, (complete madness in this heat but necessary for holiday clothing requirements) I watched the film adaptation. I didn't realise Michael Kitchen was in it what an unexpected treat that was.
I still have plenty to tick of my list for today such as dropping off birthday cards and buying cat food supplies for the week, Malcolm and Melvin won't be impressed when they notice the cases are out and would be even less so if the food ran out whilst we are away.