No time for a title

I'm afraid updates to my blog have fallen victim to the fact that at the moment, time is of the essence, and I have no time. I knew that the weekend just gone was effectively the last weekend I would have to get the packing done. At 5.00pm on Saturday, I actually felt a rising sense of panic as I looked at everything I still had to do, and thought I simply don't have enough hours left to do it in. I carried on until 11.00pm. I woke up at 6.35am on Sunday morning, and remembering it was Mother's Day, lay there for a minute considering the likelihood of breakfast in bed. I decided that although the likelihood was good, I couldn't really lie there for 5 hours waiting for it to arrive, so I got up and carried on. By 6.00pm Sunday, 12 packing crates and 7 book boxes later, I began to feel as if I was back on track. Enough of packing.

Of more interest is that S moved into our house over the weekend. The Ayi was to arrive at 8.00am this morning, so, not wishing to offend her, he tidied up before she came. This didn't leave her a great deal to do, so to ensure she wouldn't get bored, he showed her his DVD collection and the X-box. No doubt by the time I arrive she will have got her day sorted, movies in the morning and Fifa 2005 in the afternoon. The only modification she will need to make to this routine will be to lift her feet up so I can hoover underneath them.

Our Host (or Hostess perhaps) has also been on-hand to ensure S's first day in the house runs smoothly. The Ayi had prepared Chicken Soup for tea, but the Hostess wasn't impressed. She has also been round, tidying up (for I assume the third time in the day), and redoing everything the Ayi had already done. Let's hope they come to some agreement before I get there - otherwise it will be like living with two warring mother-in-laws. I will be looking for a job to get me out the house.