….but I rather wish I wasn’t. 318 emails (actually not that bad, considering), 489 reader items and one colossal fuck up later, I’ve ricocheted from relaxed to ranting in just under 48 hours.
A record. Surely?
Aaaaah. The joys.
But the holiday was lovely, thank you. Except for the part when, at the end, I stood on the scale and realised that all those ice cream lollies *DO* count when you’re lying on your arse for a week. Eish.
The sunsets were pretty cool though. And going to sleep to the sound of the sea. And the Dassie babies. And the dolphins. And endless episodes of Sex in the City. Ja, I’d like some more please.