Well I am all moved in, still some un-packing to do, but all the essentials, ie naughty outfits, toys and my candles are where they need to be 
I was rushing round like a mega chested Tasmanian Devil during the day, as I had an appointment in the evening, where I spent time with 1 of my favourite clients, who shall we say, helped me test my powers of direction lol. Incidentally, thank you D for a lovely time, you were as receptive as ever!
So I woke up this morning thinking “I wonder if I forgot anything from yesterday?” Well I knew I had when I opened the fridge and it was like Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard!
So after a sprint (well almost asthmatic crawl) down to the local service station to get some milk and bits for for brekkie, I relaxed into reading the papers online with a lovely cup of strong coffee.
Which has got me thinking. I usually rush around on Sunday’s as it is the one day I try to get everything done, on the day with the shortest hours to do so at the shops. What happened to the days of the lazy Sunday morning, the traditional Sunday lunch in the afternoon, and the leftovers with pickles for supper?
Is it a good thing that we treat Sunday like any other day now, or a bad thing that such traditional family values have disappeared due to a overworked, highly stressed nation?
I would welcome your thoughts x
