Slow weekend

A busy day. Surprisingly it wasn't the to-do list that took up the time (who says tax returns need to take ages? Just have very little income then you can rattle them off in 10 minutes!) Somehow everything else, all the unplanned things, seemed to take forever.

But at the end of the day I have a gratifyingly early night ahead of me and, with Mr B packed safely off with a lifetime's supply of salty snacks, to his annual Ski Camp, some judicious pre-ordering of videos and kind importation of chocolate by Mr B, leaves me with a relaxing looking weekend ahead.

The kids loved La Gloire de Mon Père and explained all the double entendres I didn't get. Good for them to be in the language driving seat sometimes.