Last day of freedom.

Well it's 9.30pm on Saturday the 17th June. Tomorrow, the loved ones return from Portugal and I have to pick them up at 10.45pm from Manchester Airport.

I've made the most of the last two weeks, I've run around the house in my underwear, not made my bed and generally done what I want when I wanted to. It'll be great to see them again and I know the pooch will be very pleased to see them home safe and sound.

I've spent a few hours today cleaning the house from top to bottom, putting things back where they sould be, fluffing up cushions, dusting and cleaning the bathroom. I don't think there will be any accusing looks.

Anyway, my brain is fried after only having 4 hours sleep last night..so I'm going to sign off for today.