No phone call.
I didn't expect it, not really.
No appointments this afternoon. For a change.
No running to the dentist, or Mary's, or one of the girl's little friends, or the library to bring back overdues, or the shop for last minute forgettables, or the bank, or playing Mummy's taxi for the various extracurricular activities.
No homework.
No late evening work commitments for John.
No cooking - take-out is king.
No rules - well, almost. We do away with the two-hour-max-TV-rule on a Friday.
No clean-up - all dishes, tea cups, you name it, stay firmly on top of the dishwasher today.
No madness. At least not today.
For we are venturing into town tomorrow and Sunday to brave the Christmas rush. It has to be done. Which means I won't be blogging until Sunday night, I will just be too exhausted.
Keep your fingers crossed our feet are not run black and blue with the slush fest that now is Dublin. And that we do not go over our budget that we have set for the Christmas this year.
Brace yourselves... here we come.
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