We’re all going on a summer holiday…tomorrow….

… although you wouldn’t know it from the calm and peaceful atmosphere in this house today.

HN has remained deep in a comfy sofa, watching beach volleyball on the TV while checking out the Seagulls’ website on his laptop. If pressed, he tells me he is still paying his tax, a statement designed to ensure that I back out of the room with the minimum of disturbance. Accomplishing this just now without sobbing proved tricky, as catching sight of the competitors on screen has put me off attempting to wear even one of the new bikinis I blogged about a few weeks ago.

It is true that HN was completing some sort of transaction earlier: I heard him bellowing full throttle at the HMCTS live link because it wouldn’t do what he wanted rapidly enough.

He has also managed to buy a pair of flip flops for himself. These were designated ‘essential expenditure’ apparently, because Daughter No1 refuses point blank to be seen poolside with him in last year’s comfy leather sandals. Naturally, he has yet to pack anything at all..

Son No1 has a hangover from last night’s party in London, and has decided that now is a good time to put his laundry on, so that he has something to pack. Son No2 has actually gone to the Olympics, (Gymnastics) and so has yet to find anything at all to wear, let alone pack it.

The girls’ suitcases are already neatly packed. You can see a trend here…

So far today, I have organised the house sitters, taken the dogs to the kennels, done the laundry, made up beds, organised the currency, collected the suitcases from the cellar,  found the passports, located my Diazapam,  bought supper for eight people, packed my suitcase, overseen the packing of Daughter No2’s suitcase, attempted to check in on-line and been told that I need to chill.

HN has just bounced up to me like Tigger on a sunny day in the 100 Aker Wood and asked me what I think of his holiday look.

 Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear.


About aga sagas

Married to His Nibs for a long time now. A sense of humour helps.
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