I suppose it's inevitable that you're going to wake up on Monday morning after an action packed weekend and feel a bit depressed. Especially if it's bucketing with rain and you've woken up with a stinker of a cold (complete with headache).
Boy did I feel awful this morning. I came back from school at 9am the world was wet and grey and the house was dark and I had such an overwhelming feeling of lonliness and sadness I can't describe.
The weekend had been amazing. I spent most of Saturday cooking up food for the evening. I made devils on horseback (prune wrapped around with streaky bacon), sausage rolls and chocolate truffles amongst other things and then ferried Amber around to have her hair done and get last minute things. She looked amazing. I wish I could show you but I don't really like posting pics of the children. Just imagine her - tanned, 5'10", slim, hair up and in a gorgeous dress. Actually, why don't I just chop off her head and show you:
I was going to buy a new dress but with a cupboard full of Indian clothes it seemed a bit wasteful. In the end I wore this:
Then on came another band and the real dancing began. The children had great fun (without alcohol too) and we came home at midnight. 'Cept we didn't actually come into the house at midnight because my daughter wanted a heart to heart in the car about a boy who had asked her out (she wasn't sure about him but I think she actually did like him but wasn't admitting it). Tom who'd gone home earlier called on my mobile at 1am saying: "aren't you coming in?"
Next morning it was a fareful brunch for the class teacher with speeches and the most wonderful irreverent waldorf song sung by our bolshy fourteen year olds and back home for Wimbledon ofcourse. My feet barely touched the ground all weekend.
So you can see why one would wake up on Monday morning when there isn't a ray of sunshine in the sky, when your chest feels tight and your head feels like cotton wool. I just sat and cried. Sadly, I had to go to the supermarket because the fridge was empty, the fruitbowl was empty and so was the egg bowl and the bread crock. I berated myself for not going on Friday and tried to berate Tom for not going at the weekend even though he was just as busy. So in the end I dragged myself to Waitrose and put the self pity/sadness on hold and when I came back I'd forgotten all about it. Good old Waitrose!
Cooked up a lovely hot curry for later (recipe here):
and now I'm off for a soak in this:
Might just take a bar of Green and Black's with me ....................