Nothing like a lazy Sunday morning

One of the less-well documented drawbacks of working a six-day week is the lack of opportunities for a lie-in. This great institution, which in Britain at least, is observed at the weekend as religiously as, er, church-going used to be in a previous generation, is a time to re-charge batteries, plan great projects for the distant future and snooze before emerging from bed sometime around noon. The prospects today for a lie-in looked good. We had no plans for the day, no imminent visits and there was to be no jogging round the lake (my mentor is running a half-marathon today, so training is off). However, as always, the kids had other ideas and after a brief run around Mummy and Daddy's bedroom at 7am, they settled into a routine of standing on their parents (they call that giving a massage) and clambering up onto the futon cupboard shelf to make a little house. Meanwhile, a delivery man rang the doorbell shortly afterwards and K-chan began lobbying for breakfast/sweeties/television/computer privileges. Ah well, another day begins. There's always next week...