I've nothing monumental to show or tell you really. My tale here is of sunny happy Easter holidays leaving out all the bits I didn't like.
Sunshine, flowers, birdsong and Easter decorations means we're slowly moving towards outdoors living again.
We visited the sea to play on Southwold's pier, eat chips and have fun with friends.
The 2p slots were filled and a few small prizes won.
In between times we've had estate agents visit as we have to sell our home.
The girls, cats and I are going to live with my mum for a while to give us time to decide the next part of our adventure. I've a few ideas as usual. Dreams always keep me going because some do actually happen.
Before we knew it Easter Weekend had crept up on us.
It wasn't the usual carefree time we used to have, but it was as good as could be. My mum gave us all a scare on the Saturday evening going to A & E from playing golf. Luckily she was ok to come home with me to stay.
On Easter Sunday the girls had an egg hunt and we ate lovely food all day. I just couldn't shake off the lowest of moods which was hard.
Bank holiday Monday was filled with plans. It should have been my 15th wedding anniversary and so distractions were needed.
We went to a Spring Fair first thing before heading to a friends farm for lamb cuddling. That was the biggest boost of all.
The evening was spent drinking Pimms and eating Pizza back at our friends house. Perfect.
Mid-week I took the girls on a magical mystery tour.
We stopped by Blakeney, ate cake at Wiveton cafe, had a stomp at Cley, they refused the delights of the Shell Museum but not shopping in Holt.
Which brings me bang up to date with yesterday when we hosted Miss Millie's birthday afternoon tea bash.
After dancing and drinking at a Ceilidh the night before it was a slight push to get my get up and go. I shook myself up and baked from nine before laying a selection of springy crockery out for the teens to enjoy.
They all had the most marvellous time and left a few things for us to nibble on.
And then here it is suddenly. Holiday over and the return to school beckons.
I have a lot of adult sorting out stuff to do this week before I find out
if I still have a job for a few more months to return to. After Management receiving a 4 by Ofsted all of our jobs have been put under threat despite the programme I teach on getting a 1 in it's last inspection. Got to keep on keeping on. A good friend told me last week "change can be good, don't be scared of it." So I shall try.