Feels like coming back

My hips are rotten after a bus journey on Saturday - I woke up in pain anyway, and then on the bus there was a woman with crutches and her foot in plaster and a small girl to mind, and no-one else stood up, so I had to. But my life is getting back on track.

Today we actually had visitors I haven't managed to arrange to see for AGES. They came and played and it was lovely. And tomorrow I'm hoping to get to town to get Astrid's passport photo taken and the older two's feet measured and probably new shoes for Emer. And possibly possibly we will drop in somewhere to get them haircuts, but possibly not, also. I might just buy a scissors.

It's also possible that tomorrow we'll finally go to the new Chinese supermarket, I've been meaning to for ages, though my usual isn't-it-rude thing (well-honed by years of being photographed on Aran by American tourists) always slows me down. Gawping and showing a reasonable interest are very close.

And also tomorrow we hope to meet people in town.

And buy the kids more pants because they just plain don't have enough for going on holiday. Unless more show up tomorrow morning.