Jetlag is doing it's best to stop me getting started in the mornings, and despite being able to use the excuse that it is a Sunday anyway, getting up as late as 12 noon isn't my usual self.

We had lunch out today - my first chance to see Grandma since arriving back, and had every intention of giving her her present when I saw her, but inadvertently forgot, however she won't remember so it can wait until next weekend.

I have a number of items to buy, which I had hoped to pick up today as my face is getting very sore from old razor blades. However with Sister One and her newly acquired driving licence this could mean a trip to Merry Hell tomorrow in the Pocket Rocket 'going solo'.

Uncle Mike and Auntie Gay came around this evening for tea and then I got on with my own agenda of sorting out a damned annoying problem with the online StudentXtra registration form (I think I've finally cracked it; friggin decimal places in the code...)

I also had a silly number of phone calls from DDS who couldn't seem to string a sentence together for his damn phone kept on cutting out. After the whole debacle I don't think we actually confirmed or ratified anything but at least it seemed like we were doing something important.

Sister One is also making frantic preparations for the university plunge pool and so there is paperwork flying everywhere. I still have to sort all of mine out. So little time...