The Quietest Day of the Year

On Sunday I was working away - last minute as always - on a contract, and I realised that it was awfully quiet around here. The phone hadn't rung; there were no incoming e-mails; no knocks on the door.

I think everyone must have been doing what we were doing - holing up. Enjoying each other's company; enjoying our holiday loot; writing thank you cards; feasting on leftovers (green bean and olive quiche anyone or roasted tomato and blue cheese soup or lemon-raspberry cheesecake? or all of the above times two!).

Now, I don't want to leave you with the impression that our house was quiet. Far from it. The children were given a fun but volume-enhancing game called "hyperdash"; they both donned Habs shirts and chanted "Go Habs Go" on and off through the afternoon; and in a bid to get them back on school-day schedules (after they woke at 9.15 this morning....), we let Sophie go without a nap and paid the whingeing, whiney price.

But, honestly, what a lovely way to end the holiday period.


New pjs from Auntie Dorothy and Uncle Peter - and they are LOLA!!!


In their new to them Habs shirts.


Even Dad got in on Hyperdash.