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Recovery time

Back to work for week 4 tomorrow and I think I'm beginning to at least get a sense of where I'm going, if not yet what I should be doing.  So far the routine of getting there and back has been ok - a few late returns admittedly but nothing that's been too bad.  I'm forming some initial observations which I need to decide whether it's just the way it is or something I can / want to change.  In short I'm not dreading back to work on a Sunday evening so all must be ok.
 
I definitely underestimated just how tiring all this would be.  I keep telling myself it's not surprising and hence not to panic. I'm meeting new people every day (and I'm rubbish at remembering names), learning about new areas of the business and generally trying to work out priorities. All while also dealing with things at home which of course haven't changed just because I've gone back to work.  On the plus side the girls are enjoying me getting dressed up every day and 'helping' to choose my outfits with great care!
 
Over the last 2 weeks the house renovations have suddenly taken off and we have had walls down, windows replaced, bathrooms finished and all sorts of stuff happening.  It's been scary and great to come home not knowing what has been started / finished - something completely different to focus on.  The major change has been the wall coming down between kitchen and dining room, followed by the back of the house coming out to put bi-folds in.  Izzy's face said it all when she walked in with a "Wow" - a perfect reaction.
 
Given all of the upheaval in the house the girls got packed off to Fifi and Grumps where they have had a lovely week.  Abi fell in love with Maggie May, one of this season's pigs, and they both enjoyed going to Ben and Laurie's sports day, feeding the animals, going up the river in the boat and a whole host of other fun.  When I got there on Thursday night they were full of what they had done and very reluctant to go to bed.  This was worsened by 3 lads arriving at the door in canoes asking "where are we?".  Queue a lengthy process to reunite them with their Mother who had been waiting down river for over 2 hours!
 
Today was a big bike day for Glenn as he ramps up final training for the RM350 ride in 2 weeks time.  We both rode the Magnificat, albeit I did the short route (45 miles, courtesy of some last minute baby sitting by the O'Donnells) and Glenn did the Epic route - all 128 miles of it. The original plan was to then carry on but between the wind and general creaks and groans from his bike he decided enough was enough.  Abi was all too happy to keep him company in some stretches!
 
The icing on the cake after a lovely day was playing catch with the girls in the late afternoon sunshine at the bottom of the garden, followed by some naked trampolining. That's them not us you understand!

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