Well, we are back and it was just as bad as I thought it would be. I am knackered and we have to go away this weekend, so as fast as clothes are being packed away others are being put in their place and I am so tired. My only consolation is that OH is also shattered, but I know that the next time he decides to go away for three weeks (far too long IMO) he will have forgotten how tired he was and will plan four cultural visits a day all over again.
I worked out a few years ago that I have to treat term times as my holiday. That is what keeps me sane.
Nicola Sturgeons husband pleads guilty.
What are you avoiding doing in this heat?



