Such a Busy Weekend

Monday 2nd September

This was our first weekend back from France.   Although of course it won’t go away.  We are on permanent holiday interspersed with just a few occasional weeks of work.   Well that is positive thinking for you.

But no matter how much rationalizing you do it is hard to disguise a sense of disappointment looming over one.  However we have hardly had time to think about it, let alone draw breath.  We have had such a busy time.  From Friday night when we had people round for drinks to a Sunday when the garden was overflowing with people, we saw most of our old friends again.  In some ways it was chaos, but we sort of rode it.  On top of that one of the dogs had to have her teeth fixed so there were visits backwards and forwards to the vet.

And I hardly seemed to sleep.  We went to bed late and woke early, and at last I got a train to Walton on Sunday and could relax.  Today, Monday is the first time I am really aware of now only working three days a week.  Apart from holidays this is the first Monday I haven’t had that Monday morning feeling for years.  It is quite strange, maybe we have a seven day body clock that automatically cranks us up for the working week.  Anyway I am hoping to get a bit of writing done today; I have done hardly any for weeks.