Happy Days

After checking out of Rochford Hall, we drove on the backroads and stopped off in Melton to have a cup of coffee with Phil's mum and dad. To save Dad going out in the car we promised we'd pick up his 'News of the World' for him. George was up dressed and shaved and sitting in his chair wearing a rather vibrant pink shirt. He said he was a bit better but still feeling weak and tired, he's definitely not himself. I think when we get back from holiday and Phil has finished his radiotherapy then we need to give mum and dad our full attention, project parents for the summer.

The traffic wasn't too bad on the M1, no delays and we were back in Milton Keynes by half twelve. Lunch was easy, a lasagne I'd cooked on Friday and baked spuds and a green salad. Phil was moaning because he had to wait an hour because I don't care for baked potatoes in the microwave and actually, neither does he. As soon as we got home, Phil went upstairs and got cracking on the company accounts because we need to file our company return before we go away on holiday next week. We'd normally would have completed all of accounts by this time and they would be ready for submission. But not this year; Rashmi, our accountant is going to file our P35 on our behalf so Phil had to get details of PAYE and all that boring stuff over to Rashmi so that he can do file our return this week.

While Phil was doing accounts, I unpacked the case. It's great to go away but there always to be tons to do when you get back home. I did the lunch, did the washing, drying and then the ironing. There was a great pile because Harriet decided to change her bed on the day we left home. Half way through the afternoon Phil wanted to watch the snooker but there isn't a telly in his office so he nicked the telly from our bedroom and set that up. I didn't mind because I hate doing the accounts and I wanted him to keep going. He did the stuff for the accountant and then created a new super duper end of year accounts spreadsheet which he said, would make our lives easier. Sounds good to me. We both hate end of year accounts, with a passion I might add and come to dread this time of year. Normally I am good once I get going, but its the getting-going that is the problem. I will do any other job before I start on the books, take last week when my avoidance excuse was the garden. Phil came down the stairs around 5 o'clock and we just sat and flopped in front of the telly.

It was an early start to the day on Bank Holiday Monday and we were both wide awake before 6am. In actual fact we were awake far earlier than that when we woke up when Harriet came home from the nightclub. She tries to be quiet but its always the same routine with HH, she pulls out the kitchen chair where she sits at the kitchen table to finish her kebab, then she pours herself a glass of water, goes to the loo (and leaves the door open) kicks off her shoes and then heads to bed. Thankfully we went back to sleep but the sun pouring through the windows and the birds making a racket, we decided to get up at 7am.

Phil had his breakfast and then it was straight into his office to start on the flat accounts while I made preparations for the Sunday lunch. We had intended to get to the gym early but it was nearly quarter past nine by the time we started our work out. It wasn't a long one, 3k on the rowing machine and then weights. We finished off with a jacuzzi, no steam because the steam room was out of action and then once showered and changed we popped into Asda. I needed some salad stuff and Phil wanted to look for a new telly for the bedroom. I wasn't entirely convinced that we needed yet another telly but the tiny flat screen that was in our bedroom is perfect for the office and not great inour room because it was so far away from the bed. But whether we need the 32 inch that Phil ended up buying yesterday because it was on offer, is another thing. It is a good picture and it is much easier to watch but it does rather dominate my sexy high white gloss Dwell unit. Also, Phil's Dali print looks out of place so I'll need to do some tweaks to the room to accommodate the new screen.

When we got back from the gym and Phil had installed the new TV which required a trip to Curry's for a new cable, I put 2 chickens in the oven and Phil did some odd jobs for me.  He set up the DVD recorder in the conservatory and then he put the feet up on my white gloss unit in the lounge which I've been wanting him to do for ages..  Jobs done, Phil went back upstairs to carry on accounting and I went outside to work in the garden. It was such a lovely day, it was a pleasure to be outside. I did some weeding, cut the grass and gave it a watering because it was rather dry in places and I also painted the shed. I hadn't realised how shabby it was looking and luckily I had half a pot of dark brown in the shed. I served up lunch just before one and felt knackered after the gym and my exertions in the garden.

 

I was tempted to grab a book, get out the lounger and sunbath in my newly spruced garden but there were too many other jobs to be doing. I cleared up the lunch things, dropped Harriet off to pick up her car in Newport then stopped off at the garage to get my car washed and then when I got home I went up to the office to help Phil with the accounts. My job was to find information from files and also set up new files for the 2011/2012. A couple of hours later and we'd both had had enough and decided to call it a day. Phil has done well and I think we are more than half way there.

We've had a great Easter bank holiday weekend and I'm sure so have many others, the weather has been absolutely glorious. However, all good things must come to an end and today its back to reality. Phil has already left for work and very soon I must get myself to the market and then over to Wavendon because Phil's car is in for its MOT. It's only Tuesday but I am already looking forward to the next bank holiday.