I remember the days when I could go out and dance, get to bed at 3am, then be at work for 8am the next day to stand on my feet all day (I worked in a hairdressers in a previous life)
Today however, after getting to bed at 3am, having danced probably about half the night (the other half spent playing with camera settings), having touched not a drop of alcohol, guess what I did?
I managed to get up and be out of the house at 8.45 to do a few community visits for work. (quite proud of my old body for that)
Mr D took us to brunch. WHS for magazines and sweeties, and since then, I have been sat in front of the log fire in my PJ’s.
I guess this is what Sundays are for when you get to your 40th year?
The Boys did well by the way, I’m sure their Sunday has been just as productive….
Have you done anything productive today?