So it’s Sunday night and things got done this weekend. Not everything but the bathroom is much cleaner than it was and the kitchen is immaculate. I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my fingernails (or more to the point the nail varnish on them) to dry before I go to bed. I’ve manged to break myself, after a personal training session with Jem, that involved the throwing of kettlebells and some boxing, I had some soreness underneath my collarbone on my left side, after the housework today, I have pain underneath all of my collarbone and I can’t move my arms too much or I start to cry….

Tomorrow is another week and it’s only a four-day week, followed by the Easter weekend. The 4 four-day weekday is lovely (and we get another in June for the Royal Jubilee, even though I don’t approve of the monarchy, an extra day off is an extra day off) and such plans I have. Seeing Christelle and Mike on Thursday night, a long walk with Ma on Friday, Easter Communion on Sunday morning followed by lunch with the family in Watford as a belated birthday celebration for Lu’s birthday and some serious sleeping.

I am going to be busy at work and I have lots of things to do. Being a grown up is not what I expected, who knew how happy the concept of a tidy kitchen and being in bed with a book would make me?