I decided to take the night off and not do a post.

My husband was supposed to fly to the US for a partners’ retreat in Washington DC but he got some new deal and had to cancel his trip and spend all day in the office. Bummer. Meanwhile plans were already made for the girls and me to spend the long weekend (this Monday is a bank holiday in Britain) at his law partner’s house in Southwest London.

The real reason the plan was put in place, of course, was so that his lovely wife could babysit me in case I had some unforeseen medical emergency and keeled over while Bill was away — which was clearly not going to happen. But still, a weekend in someone else’s house sounded pretty good. No cooking, no cleaning and a little adventure in a new location. Oh, and built-in entertainment for my two girls in the form of twin eight-year-old boys. Thus avoiding another grey Saturday with no plans filled with “Mommy… Mommy… Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!”

Anyhow I’m taking the night off. I thought about doing a post, since I have pretty much done one every day since I started this blog. And I feel a little bit guilty and self-indulgent about this decision, really. I don’t want to let anyone down. But the truth is that doing a post every day is quite tiring. Some days I do something short and quippy and it seems to flow out of my fingers like molten lava, taking only an hour or so. But the heavier posts, such as Breast Cancer for Dummies Part I and Part Deux, took a hell of a long time and were mentally draining to write. I’m starting to get sleep deprived and I am a cancer patient for Christ’s sake!

So, tonight we are lounging on sofas and watching The Voice UK and Britain’s Got Talent. The cheese factor is extreme on both, which really hits the spot. And I’m having a peppermint tea and some oatmeal raisin biscuits with my “cheese.”

I guess that means you get the night off too. But don’t abandon me, because I’ll be back tomorrow. Bonne nuit…