Morning all!
Exciting potential nearly almost labourings - go Springy!
Today I am going for worst wife award. It is DH's birthday, and I had every intention of getting up with him this morning to make him a nice breakfast of French toast, which he loves, before he went to work. I went and got some lovely brioche yesterday, and some fresh OJ, and secreted them in the kitchen where he would not find them. I then had to try and convince myself to get up when the alarm goes off, as I usually just ignore it, so before going to sleep I kept thinking to myself 'get up to cook breakfast, get up to make French toast' and so on, to make it stick in my brain. I then proceeded to have the worst night's sleep. I kept waking up every 30 minutes or so and having to haul myself over onto my other side, and was going in and out of stupid dreams about French toast, and I was soooooo hot....well, when morning came, I just could not get out of bed. Plus, I think DH turned alarm off, I don't remember hearing it, and lay there awake for ages before getting up. Think poor love was waiting for me to wake up and give him a present. So he went off to work with nothing but Weetabix, and I had a nice long lie-in! So feel a bit guilty now .
Today I have to traipse down to see the MW. This should be fun as getting up to make a cuppa wears me out at the moment. Plus, I have plans to head into town afterwards in search of a butcher, a baker and a RLT-monger. That expedition should keep me occupied for most of the afternoon!