A bit buggered

It really is over. The Monday alarm rang rudely at 5.45am. The kids are back in school, Husband is off to Singapore this afternoon and I've got design work and words to write.

After the bus had carted the kids off, I said to Husband “That’s it then. It’s back to normal. I’ll have to take the tree down today.” I’ve never been one to observe the twelfth night rule – I don’t even know when it is. Twelfth night in our family meant ‘Twelfth Night’ by William Shakespeare.

He looked at me a bit oddly.

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed have you?” he said.

“Have you done it?”

“You really haven’t noticed? I did it on Friday morning. I took everything down and packed it away.”

I had to go down the hall to the sitting room to check. Three days! I really do worry about my observational skills. I mean, aren’t writers supposed to notice everything and everybody?

I might be a bit buggered then.