Update on the ol' progenitor's ticker...

He's home and safe and on the road to recovery, with any luck.

I'm not going to get to see him until the weekend now as I'm up to my eyeballs.

Grocery shopping eight miles away, quick jaunt to the jobcentre, cooking for Charlie's college mini-party and making a donkey costume for Allison tomorrow. Nursery, more cooking and a Girls' Brigade party on Wednesday. Thursday I've got a very annoying visit to the Magistrate's court for a fine I forgot I hadn't paid, then a load of christmas shopping on Friday.

Next week should be quite calm in comparison, right up until I get paid on the 23rd.

I then have 36 hours to finalise everything for Christmas - the majority of the present buying, paying the bills, wrapping the damn presents and getting the veg for christmas lunch - all in the midst of the biggest crush and panic of the year.

Ah well, beats working for a living, eh?