Sunday eveningish (234/365)

[white_hart]

My mother always phones me at 6pm on a Sunday, so when the phone hadn't rung by quarter past I was starting to get quite anxious. After neither making a cup of tea, eating some crisps and going to the loo failed to result in the phone ringing, I realised that I was just going to have to try calling myself and hope that there wasn't some awful reason she hadn't called.

It turned out she'd just forgotten me, so that was OK.

I've only got four more days of work and then I'll be on leave until 13 September. Which is generally a good thing, but this week is going to involve a lot of rather tricky stuff as I try to get various ducks marshalled into a row in preparation for the start of term, which is going to be scarily close by the time I get back, and I'm really not looking forward to it.

Comments

[alithea]

I hope the four days pass as easily as possible!

[white_hart]

Thank you!

[nineveh_uk]

Which is generally a good thing, but this week is going to involve a lot of rather tricky stuff as I try to get various ducks marshalled into a row in preparation for the start of term, which is going to be scarily close by the time I get back, and I'm really not looking forward to it.

Same here. I look at the To Do list and wonder how it can possibly get done!

[white_hart]

It doesn't help that the enormous flock of ducks which were supposed to have arrived in my inbox on Friday afternoon have now been postponed until tomorrow, which limits the time available for marshalling them into a row even more!