So this weekend, my wife and I decided that we needed to relax. And I know it sounds bizarre, but we travelled down to London. Our aim was to have breakfast in Maltby Street and when we got there, we were surprised to find it empty. It was just missing tumbleweed really. Almost every place was closed, but one place at one end was open and we had a great breakfast there. We went into central London where I bought a CD for my wife, a book for my daughter and my wife got a few things. My son wanted a particular book which we were not able to get, and naturally he was a bit disappointed.
Do not get me wrong, it was great to have my mother up for Christmas and seeing my Brother, his partner and his two new dogs on Boxing Day was brilliant, but it was tiring. I cannot just ‘blame’ my family as having friends round in the evening on Christmas Day probably helped to exhaust us. So as enjoyable the two days were, when I returned to work on Thursday, I honestly felt that I would have got more rest had I been in work for those two days!
After that it was a trip to Canary Wharf where we had drinks and lunch before heading home. While I felt guilty at not seeing my mother, we were tired by then and doing so would have been too much.
It was brilliant to spend time with each other, though tomorrow I am going to have to catch up on work.