I woke up this morning with the intention to enjoy this bank holiday weekend and do some of the things I enjoy (visit mum, watch Dr Who on her TV, go to market, blog, garden, play with the kids, read something totally unworthy but fun, make something with the green beads I picked out).
Instead, by the time I got back from Chigwell Rise Boot Sale and the dentist, I was a mess, the kids were in various stages of dress (thanks to their dad) and the house was a tip. So I decided to engage in some domestic therapy. I've spent nearly the whole day cleraing up the store cupborads, my closets, the spare room (and the left over junk from various guests) and the kids toy shelves.
At the end of that I was pooped, thirsty, hungry but felt much more peaceful knowing where everything was and that extra stuff was ready to go to either a charity shop, relatives in pakistan or a boot sale stall of our own later in the year. Now I'm off to my good friends house as she's invited me to try her Sindhi Biryani, will take a box of mango's (the first Pakistani ones are turning up) as the two seem just right together.