Back to work in the rain
Well, I don't have to go to work in the rain, because I work from home. Smug? Just a little.
But my poor girls went off to school this morning in what still looked like the middle of the night, plus pouring rain. I hate sending them out in the dark, although it doesn't freak me out as much as when Sparkler started secondary school and for the first time I had to watch my tiny little eleven-year-old walk out into the night by herself. That was awful – it was like watching Little Red Riding Hood go off into the depths of the forest. I was less freaked when it was Gloworm doing it, but only because she had her older sister with her. Red Riding Hood should have had a big sister.
Abstract is back at work now as well (there was pretty snow for his first day back, though, just a thin glittery layer on the ground), and I have to get back into the swing of things here. As well as usual work stuff, and editing the Springtime Antho novellas, and writing, my house is in its normal post-holiday state and I'm itching (almost literally – I have issues with mess and have had to teach myself to live with it during the holidays) to get it clean and tidy again. It's not helped by the fact that we've added the breadmaker to our already limited kitchen space, and Sparkler would ideally like a cupboard for her own baking equipment. I'm using all the cupboards, so I'm not sure how that's going to happen!
Oh, I also have my terrifying tax return to do. And the website isn't recognising my username/password so I have to phone the helpline and speak to an actual person. I am quite horrified by this. I think everything to do with tax and money should be done online, preferably with no reference to real people at all.
So far today I've blogged (voila!), put up two photos for the Year of Photos, let in the satellite man so he could fix our TV up with Freesat (very clever, although I must find a way of locking the yucky-looking "Adult" channels), done a tiny bit of cleaning, taken down the Christmas cards, and drunk three cups of tea and one coffee. Hey, it's a start.
