Day 238. Sunday Sunday.

Except it's Monday and as usual an uneventful bank holiday throws our routine out of kilter.

The day has been spent ferrying our daughter here there and everywhere - friend's birthday party and a visit with Grandparents for a few days. When you live in the sticks 'parental taxi' remains a key job role up until the point your kids pass their driving test.

As the sun continues its descent I am sitting here with a coffee and planning my week. Seven days and counting.

Day 147. Busy doing nothing.

Not totally but at least I'm not working. I have done the usual washing, ironing and cooking but I've also sat in the garden and read a bit of my book. I've drunk wine before 7pm and indulged in several episodes of The West Wing as I prepared uniforms and work clothes ready for next week.

As bank holidays go, it's been a pretty good one.

Day 127. Rachel's Cakes.

Monday is cake day at Transform but as yesterday was a bank holiday this week the cakes arrived on Tuesday; my day in the office. These Spring cakes by Rachel were as tasty as they were pretty. Worth every calorie.