Sonja arrived back late last night, thank God. Apparently she’d been held at Heathrow since Friday on suspicion of being illegal. Honestly, why didn’t she just get them to phone us? Mr M is sooo good at sorting out that type of thing. Anyway, I finally got a lie-in while she did breakfast and walked the boys to school. Bliss. Tried to make a cappucino with the new Gaggia, but gave up. Nipped over to DPG café instead. Reviewed my New Year Resolutions. Damn. Haven’t done anything cultural yet. Decided to take the boys to the Magic Night at DPG this Thursday, to see the Age of Enchantment. One cultural event a month should be enough for anyone.