Day of Rest

Exhausted I am, reading reports that we adults don't do anywhere near enough exercise, whilst watching Heather iron a mountain of laundry then bouncing around with her mum to some faddy exercise DVD and disturbing my afternoon's 6Music listening, as Euan dashed out and in, then out and in again, trying to save the whirligig dryer full of washing from the numerous rain showers because his mum was now preoccupied sweating it out with some heavy duty oven cleaning before getting the Sunday Roast on the go along with some meals for next week, then getting a bit of peace and quiet when Heather and Euan headed out to their Gran's to do a few chores for her and show her how to work her new mobile phone (more mental exhaustion than physical that one) before sitting down eventually to Sunday dinner then putting my feet up for some cheery Sunday night telly. Even now there's a mad rodent running around in a big plastic ball ricocheting off feet and furniture at a hunner miles an hour. People (and hamsters) need to chill more on a Sunday, bugger what the government say.

Exhausted I am.