Oh dear, my "to do" lists are laughing at me.
Everything seems to have come to a halt - the school holidays have caught up with me and I am getting nothing done.
Since we got back from Gullane last Sunday (the photo is of Katie, unrecognisable as a clown for the fancy dress) I have got practically nothing done work-wise.
It has made me realise how much I rely on good weather so that the children can play outside.
Since last Sunday my little clown has been the only child at home during the day. The week of rain has meant a constant battle with her as all she wants to do is weld herself to a screen (t.v., computer, Nintendo - doesn't really matter). So instead of living the bucolic life of a Boden catalogue with children frolicking in the field and me working in my caravan smiling smugly, I have had to entertain her. (Oh what a bad Mummy)
Her older sister and cousin Christine are also at a fortnight of drama classes which require 3 hours a day of running them into Glasgow and back.
Actually now that I have documented the time problems, I see that what I am trying to do is impossible - oh I do love having a blog it gives me a bit of perspective.
So Katie and I have been to the Gallery of Modern Art; through to Edinburgh, to Kelvingrove to look at the birds; to the theatre to see the Jacqueline Wilson play Secrets, to the cinema to see Angus, Thongs and Perfect Kissing; for a couple of damp walks; we have bought school shoes and pencil cases; we have eaten pain-au-chocolate at Fifi and Ally. I am exhausted and broke yet still strangely guilty.
We have done more in the last week than in the past 3 months.
But work-wise - mmm; I have made a new type of hanging heart.