After the lovely, laid-back relaxation of the weekend, with all of us at home, reading, watching tv, listening to music, chatting and cooking...on Monday mornings the house suddenly empties as the children go back to school and G goes back to work. The binmen come, which always feels appropriate - emptying the rubbish from the almost empty house, so that we can start the week afresh and fill up the bins again.
I dash around the house - motivated by the emptiness and quietness - tidying up the remains of the weekend.
Monday morning is when I do the gardening. The lawn is mown, the pots watered, the hens cleaned out, and the patio swept. If the sun is shining I hang out the washing. There is always G's sports kit drying on the line on a Monday morning. Today there was a school dress too, because she got paint on it before she even left for school - surely some kind of record?
When the garden is tidy I come back inside and make my lists for the week:
- the menu plan
- trips to the High Street that need to be made (the Post Office, bank, greengrocers and library this week)
- paperwork that needs completing
- sewing and knitting plans
This week we shall mostly be eating quiche, pancakes, chocolate cake and egg salad sandwiches.