What a week...strange. I feel as if I have been trying to drag myself through treacle, slowly, barely awake, woolly brain and too much dirty washing. (the washing is done, we won't talk about the ironing)
It's a price worth paying for an amazing holiday but boy will I be glad when I feel normal again.
I am having a day off today. I have gone with my daughter to see the new house my parents moved into this week. I have seen it before, Helen hasn't. I doubt there will be cake but boxes will need to be unpacked I am sure. I'm going armed with flowers AND a vase in case vases can't be found in all the confusion.