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My early morning

The start of another busy week Monday 7 am the cats wake me up to be fed. Life should be less complicated today as its half term. No teenagers to get up, less traffic. My eldest daughter whom has just started university phoned to tell me that she wrote off our new car, which she borrowed to move out her belongings to her new home. My youngest son is in Italy skiing with two other teenagers I hope he will do some revision for pending AS and GCSEs. I leave the house at 8 am with the trail of wet towels and notes for cheques and money requests for my husband to deal with when he returns from a trip to India (as a sound engineer to the band called Right said Fred later this morning). I have to check if my car has been repaired today. My mother left for New York last week to visit my sister who moved there on September the 10th with four children and a husband who is a trader in Coffee (You can image the stress they have been under). I had to borrow her car in order to be able to supervise my cantankerous 75- year-old father who has been left to fend for himself, much to his disgust.