We are nearing the end of our stay in England and it feels like I haven’t even scratched the surface on all the things I had wanted to accomplish. So much for getting to the gym three times a week, putting together the yearly Shutterfly albums in my spare time (…what spare time?..), sending out personal Christmas cards (sorry everyone) and the list goes on and on. I always thought that being on sabbatical from work meant lots of time on my hands, but I’ve come to the conclusion that we fill time with the trivial to the sublime, and somehow it just expands like putty to take up any spare space. English Hubby keeps reminding me not to be too harsh a critic. I am working – as a mum – just not being paid it in the traditional sense, but rather in hugs and kisses.
Attempting a gym session, but childcare is closed for the holidays
So we go for a walk around town and stop at Marks and Spencer’s for a jam and cream scone instead
Pastie and pork pie for lunch
Enjoying a stroll home
Time for Christmas present wrapping
Then off to Cote for dinner with friends
Cuddles and spoons with Escargot Harry
Yesterday’s post: Family Tree
Tomorrow’s post:
