So the first full week back at work has ended and spit me out the other side, completely shattered. Tonight I made my way home, by car, bus, ferry and foot then found myself sat on the stairs, with a cup of tea and a sudden realisation of how tired I was!
This is a Friday for doing very little, one where TV is the best option because its the laziest, and pizza because its greasy, cheesy goodness feels like exactly what is needed. Then I can slouch across the cushions and think of lovely things to fill my weekend with: a rainy day for rock cakes and stitching, and a sunny Sunday for filling up on fresh air before next Monday sweeps in. But tomorrow I won’t be considering anything before a serious lie in and a good cup of coffee.
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