All good things must end

And goodness did they end with a bump. The poor animals endured a 2.5 hour journey to go on holiday with me, and this is them boxed up for the return journey this morning.

Nothing was helped by the fast and hard onset of monday-morning-itis in me. I couldn't stop crying about the fact that I have to go home and to work, the fact that I'm back again next weekend couldn't penetrate.

I do hasten to add that I feel fine now, Nothing wrong except that I'm cold because this house is awful to heat.