I worked for an hour or so after my mum left last night, then went to clean the kitchen. Have done some work this morning, but have to go buy my niece's b-day present, then take my mum to the airport, then meet Sean at the motorcycle dealership - he's dropping the bike off for winter storage today.
But I'm back to work late this afternoon and again this evening. Have printed off the lists of all the things that need doing - including those that have already been crossed off (which, thankfully, is most of them). Unfortunately my wrists are already aching.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can (just call me the little red caboose).
Back to the salt mine!
Teresa (she of the very mixed metaphors)