Its already thursday and my week of ‘packing’ is almost over without ever actually beginning

I’m going to be perfectly honest. It is very very very very unlikely that I will ever give a detailed account of Holy Week on this blog. Right now I am lying here with a dinky baby sucking desperately on my elbow, an angry non morning child who appears to have slept in his brother’s knight costume against his brother’s will, a small child shouting louder and louder, ‘I don’t want a Pider Man Book! I want a Princeth book. My face hurts,’ and two other children moving in closer and closer so that I am about to fall off the bed.

How many is that? Looks like all five.
I’ve vaguely glanced through many interesting blogs of people who manage to read wonderful books. I’ve read some of the news. I’ve wasted 14 minutes on facebook.

So it looks like maybe we should all crash downstairs and whine and complain our way into breakfast.