Six million photographs
Six hundred million memories
six thousand billion loads of washing to do.
And it can all wait until morning.
Came home to a beautifully cleaned and tidied house, our cleaner having had a field day with us away. And to the somewhat less welcome sight of an empty drive - our van was supposed to have been returned yesterday and has not been. No messages, no letters, no means of contacting the garage until Monday. And a gloomy feeling that it won't magically reappear 9AM Monday morning.
Small Fosling returns tomorrow, hurrah. We've had a lovely holiday but there was definitely someone missing from it. However, this means, if the van doesn't return by Monday morning I am going to have to somehow ferry three children with wheelchairs and various other assorted equipment to the hospice on Monday evening for Mog and then across the county on Tuesday for other appointments. Fun times.
Can't do anything about that tonight, so will settle for being happy about the fact that we are all home, we've had an excellent holiday, and the two girls are sleeping.
About time I joined them, I think!