Getting used to be a domestic God.  Or retired.  Or idle.  Take your pick, none really fit.  No solid routine but getting there.  Up at 0645 to get Joey ready for school.  Anne takes him, as she then has to do some shopping usually.  I look after Izzy, which is generally a pleasure.  Do some housework, send some emails, read the Irish Times and Independent for latest rugby.  Have lunch with Izzy and Anne.  Go for walk, or have a nap.  Do some more stuff - ie unpacking etc.  Take kids to park/playground.  Have dinner, do some more stuff.  Put kids to bed.  Chat with Anne.  Go to bed.  Put like that, doesn't sound very exciting, does it?  But early days yet and I will get a social life/some work/classes that I want to do.