After my busy week and DD3’s party last night, I am really shattered. Me and Mr Shoestring had intended to have a day out somewhere – he fancied cockles at Leigh on Sea – but the weather is vile so has put paid to that. So instead we are having a very rare duvet day – fantastic! Lying in bed eating cupcakes and watching an ancient James Bond film.
I got up this morning to complete madness. We got home about 11.15 last night, unpacked the car and just dumped all the party stuff in the kitchen and hallway. I could barely find the space to make a cup of tea first thing.
All cleared up and quiet now. But I refuse to feel guilty for having a lazy Sunday. I will drag Mr Shoestring off for a yoga session later though!