What, might I ask was happening for the past week or so on here? My page was virtually inaccessible and I was unable to get my stats, find out who my latest globe dwelling visitors were and also try to publish an article without it being chewed up, spat out and winding up somewhere the cyberspace version of Spaghetti Junction. Did anyone else have this trouble? Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Anyway, here at chez Scouse we had a lovely Easter. Plenty of chocolate, a roast dinner and just general rest and relaxation. Feel much better as a result. The kids are back at school for a few days until Friday and then it’s spring break for a fortnight. If we were all still young we would have been back at school next week as we were off both the whole of Holy Week which for church-goers it truly was and Easter Sunday I remember a 6:30am service at Holts Field which was a killer. I couldn’t do that again, as a parent any amount of a sleep in even half an hour is bliss. Having a disabled teenager means having to deal with the detritus of the night before whatever it might be and the washing usually needs to start being done as soon as it’s sociable (about 8:00 am) then a cuppa, mooch around for some breakfast and on a weekend try to chill before the week ahead, easier said than done at times.
Returning to the subject of holidays we were also off one more week and then term began again. That was my memory. One thing that seems to be plaguing our house is the Ides of March, the month is drawing to a close and it has seemed like either we are living in an episode of One Foot in the Grave as things that can only be described as surreal or downright bizarre keep happening. I am also convinced our car is invisible. More on that another time. What I am looking forward to is getting my hair done, maybe my nails and trying to fit some pamper time in. The exhaustion is happening again so things I want to do without being press-ganged are less of a priority