Last Thursday lasted a lifetime, it seemed. The minutes dragged by stubbornly slowly as I watched the clock and attempted to complete the mountain of work that needed to be finished before the Easter holidays began. I finally embraced the end of the day as if finding a long lost friend. I felt as though I was eight again, at the end of term, racing out of school dragging my coat and PE kit along the floor behind me. I tried to remind myself that I am no longer a school child but I practically skipped down the street, phoning my mister with squealing joy. 11 days off.
The first four days were taken up with a lovely but tiring visit from the in-laws. Two garden parties, a Doctor Who exhibition, a further 5 hours of watching 1970's Dr Who (my Pa-in law is a huge fan), an enormous curry, afternoon tea, and several bottles of wine (and gin- eek) later, they boarded their plane back to Jersey.
The next 4 days however are mine. I intend to spend them writing, making lists, reading, moving my blog to Wordpress (if I can figure it out), running, and generally being boring and domestic. So excited.
Happy holidays, cherries.
(Some sunny photo's of my flat and garden)