Well, Tara set a great prompt for the Gallery this week: photos taken on 11.11.11 and she even kindly gave us a little extra time.

I decided to participate in this Gallery, my first for quite some weeks. I’ve just been so bogged down with work and rushing hither and thither and not really getting anything done, but now I can see light at the end of the tunnel and it’s starting to calm down a little on the work front (most important discussion today: where to have our team’s annual Christmas lunch!).

So, here it is: A day in the life of English Mamma on this very mathematical and symbolic day – just a shame that I did not do anything more mathematical, symbolic or symmetrical with it!

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They were testing the Christmas lights on my walk into work, so I snapped a quick shot in the 4.45am gloom (yes, I chose to “celebrate” the special day by starting work an hour early – don’t say I don’t know how to party…).

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Grabbed a well-deserved coffee on my way back home – a large vanilla latte with skimmed milk – delicious.

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Back at home and on to the thrill of laundry day, and in a communal laundry room, no less (see how rock ‘n’ roll my life is). I have to say that I love this invention though: a drying cupboard that blows warm or hot air over your clothes as they hang on racks. Sweden cannot be the only country to have them, surely?

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Back up in the apartment – a treat of a scone with butter and jam saved from my trip to the coffee shop. The text on the bag claims that Voltaire drank 50 cups of coffee a day. Not sure how much I believe that…

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Logging on for a couple more hours of work while Little O slept. The preschool was closed for a planning day – hence my crazy starting hour, so Husband could stay home in the morning and look after him and then head off to work in the afternoon while I took over.

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The highlight of our day: a playdate with Little O’s friend who goes to the same preschool. The boys fought over this car for most of the time (which probably explains Little O’s smug look that he’s in the driving seat). Each demonstrated their own technique for getting his way. Little O favoured pushing his friend in the face, while his little comrade opted for hair pulling. And these two are good preschool buddies!

And there draws an end to this most symmetrical of days.

Head over to Tara’s place and see what the others got up to: