Finally made it to the end of term!
Last week consisted of work every day and rehearsals and concerts every night so I'm exhuasted.
Mind you, on Thursday I did a full day's work, drove daughter home, hopped on the tram to Manchester, sang in a concert in St Ann's, went to the Chorale Christmas meal on Deansgate, hopped back on a tram and was in bed by 10.30PM. Not bad!!
Now all is calm in the Working Mum house as we do the final preparations for the big day. Just two more concerts to do on Monday and Christmas Eve.
Yesterday consisted of tidying and DIYing to Michael Buble's Christmas album followed by the week's "It Takes Two" (I hadn't had chance to watch any) and then the Strictly final.
Looking back on the day of Michael Buble and Harry Judd I said to daughter "You know, there's something about a man who can sing, and a man who can dance............."
(Yes, I admit, I looked wistfully into space as I remembered when I was in sixth form and had boyfriends who could do both)
To which she replied:
"So, basically, daddy is the wrong man for you."
Ah, hadn't thought that through, had I?