For a brief moment, this morning, a beam of sunlight shone into the living room, making the shiny things in the cupboard sparkle.
The things I couldn't quite bring myself to stow back in the loft with the rest of the Christmas decorations. Everything got put away slightly earlier than usual this year, because our tree developed a squeam-inducing aphid problem and I wanted it out of the house. See, plastic fantastic has it's advantages.
And I am sort-of pleased that real life has resumed - it was time. Though I am conscious that while hubby and the boys return to the routines at work and school, I actually continue in much the same vein as in the holidays - pottering, cooking, occasional light housework duties, just with an added chauffeuring requirement. It's not a bad job, is it?