Day Three of my leave is nearly over and although I've enjoyed not having to commute in to work, I'm slightly panicky that I've not really had much of a holiday so far!

The kitchen is now half white... and smelly. Which, this time, has nothing to do with the dogs. I've used spray paint to finish off the cabinets and - with the rain belting down outside all day long - have had to close all the doors and windows, thereby capturing the 'deliciously' toxic fumes of white gloss enamel. Can't believe kids would actually WANT to paint-sniff. Yeugh.

Car's due in for a full service tomorrow, which is already sending spasmodic pain through my back pocket. I've skimped on servicing for the last 2 years due to my very own financial crisis but now I need to ensure that Vroom is actually healthy and safe or my scroogeness might be a false saving.

Can't believe it is our 11th wedding anniversary on Friday. Where did those years go?

Think I might wander off down to the shops now and see if I can get something special to make for that dinner... and maybe assuage my guilt at not taking the dogs out for a walk by getting them some bones instead. Not that they seem to mind... All they do is sleep all day. Still, parental guilt rules okay.