I have been so busy recently, the time has flown by.
Still plodding on with the bricklaying for the patio. It all goes so slowly when you're on your own but that also gives you time to work things out.
I just put some music on, mix that cement and do my thing, it's quite therapeutic actually.
The kids are all chocko-ed out now, from the mountain of chocolate they were given yesterday. The Easters of my youth were limited to three Easter eggs, (from Mam and Dad and the grandparents) that were eaten over a period of four to five days, meals permitting.
My kids demolished the same amount in one afternoon orgy of sweetie excess that would have put the Cookie monster to shame.
You turn your back on them for ten minutes and they're off, noshing on everything sweet and brown.
So today is no sweets day, by order of strict parent Reggie. :-/.
That's the type of guy I am.
Right, I'm off back to the brickwork.
Have a good one.
Well I'm with you on the egg thing.
We only had one each which we were allowed half on Easter Sunday plus any chockies inside and the second half on the Monday.