So yesterday was quite an insane day.
In the morning I put my body through TWO exercise classes because I'm a klutz who can't even manage her diary obviously. Oh boy. Let's just say that if anybody mentions 'planks' or 'burpees' in my presence I won't be responsible for my actions. (Truth be known that not much will actually happen because I'm way too sore to do anything meaningful at all).
I then attended TWO school meetings TWO hours apart and had to go back home in between and feed my children some dubiously nutritionally balanced microwave lasagne for dinner.
Italian mother's guilt and all that followed, but I told myself that it could be put down to a life-lesson for when they'll be in college and let's face it... they will most definitively not be cooking lasagne from scratch.
The 'smell' certainly brought me back to my student days!! Alarmingly Tesco still sells lasagne ready meal for £1.00 a pack. That is an increase of only 0.01 pence since 1995. That can't be right... right? It's scary. Either we were over charged (if you'd tasted them you'd see the irony of this statement) or today's price/ingredients should be investigated. For real.
So two classes, two meetings, one visit from the cabinet maker, one from the glazier, one from the builder/contractor. Numerous coffees were brewed for all of them. The dog was walked.
The hem was sewn on the Esme tunic from yesterday's post.
I went to bed without taking my mascara off which is as bad as feeding the precious fruits of loins microwave food.
I also started this book:
After my' two Popes in one day' day I couldn't resist it. It's intriguing.
And don't you love a book with the bookmark/ribbon thingy? What can I say... I'm easily pleased!