Busy busy day in office [boss out of town, work twice as hard so they don't think you're a slacker], traffic on the way home worse than usual and when you finally walk in the door realise that you have to do the following before you can go to bed:
- Do something with the figs [the crops were horrible this year, am probably only going to get a v, v small batch of jam] in the fridge otherwise when you get home on Sunday you will have fig pulp - which doesn't make for very good jam.
- Do laundry[if I don't do this then I can't do #3]
- Pack for last minute weekend trip [actually not so last minute, I've known since last week]
- Clean up after dinner
Not even enough time to enjoy what Mr. H bought yesterday:
In vinyl...don't you wish you were partying with us?
In response to your comment yesterday Anne, am not surprised that those places are out there, just that there are so damn many.