Good intentions

Ok, feeling a bit more settled today. Resolved to de-clutter house again ( how does it get so messy? HOW?), paid bills, took overdue library books back, feeling generally organised.

Until the post comes and i get a lovely lovely letter from Mum and Dad and now all good intentions of cleaning are gone out the window whilst i sit here sobbing into numerous cups of tea and eating the children's chocolate from Christmas.

Have had a few more ideas for getting home:

1. Go back in time 6 years and marry English man with no preference for overseas travel
2. Go back in time 3 years, listen to Emma and tell homesick husband to have a holiday in NZ
3. Have secret affair with rich doctor/airline pilot type, get lots of money, dump rich bloke, buy family tickets home. Adrian hopefully none the wiser.
   
4. Sell offspring ( increasingly attractive idea in the midst of summer holidays) ....OR....
5. *GASP* Get actual job that pays actual money and save up.
   

Hmmmm, all good ideas but as i am not in the posession of a time-travelling machine, am rather partial to the husband and the offspring, and plan no.5 sounds far too sensible, so am looking for Plan C.

And nobody's been so kind as to tell me i don't look 26 today, AND it's only Monday, AND the sun's not shining, so it's all rather dreary. Is 1.20pm too early for Gin???