Still jet lagged after three days. Up at the crack of dawn and in bed with the chickens (as my grandmother used to say), it would be fine if the rest of the family would sort themselves out. They don't.
At least the laundry is all done (if not all ironed).
10 days till we moved.
10 days that need to accommodate three cricket matches, packing for the boys and a trip to the airport to drop them off... and packing up the house.
Mild to Moderate hysteria might ensue.
All the books are in boxes. I wonder what the removal men will make of the writing on the box: "Books, red and pinks"... or "Books, blue ones". Whatever.
And the boardgames. The ones the boys deemed good enough to play... a lot of them went into the charity bag. Sad actually. I'm not ready for this growing up business, hey.. I'm not grown up yet myself.
Tomorrow I'll start tackling their rooms. That will be interesting.
The photos are random, I know. Please stick around. Normal broadcasting will resume as soon as humanly possible. I promise.