Tempis Fugit

Where on earth does the time go?  Only a week or two ago, it seems to me, it was New Year, and I was vowing to go home on time every night.  Now someone has played a splendid trick, and turned all the pages in the calendar over to May already.

The kids are just back after the Easter break, and we are already discussing the babysitting arrangements for during the summer holidays.  G has been champin' at the bit to get our summer holiday booked, for the fortnight we always take in September.

STOP!  It's all going too fast for me. 

I bowed to pressure though, and have been looking at hotels and apartments, Malta and Menorca, Cyprus and Corfu, Spain and Croatia.  After work tonight I settled down in the office for an hour of intensive surfing, and at 8.45pm booked our holiday in Majorca.  (I will never look at holidays anywhere in the world that you need to have injections for, as I'm phobic about needles).

Tick!  That's one more thing off the 'To Do' list.

Tock!  And when we get back from that break, it will be straight into the headlong rush towards (whisper the word) C*******s.

In the meantime, I went to a little local bed shop today, and ordered two wee single beds for the spare room for the Bandits.  I'd love to get it redecorated before they come to stay next week, but guess what - I just don't have the time.