Spent a lovely afternoon with Chloe this Sunday; watching films, before she leaves for Gran Canaria on Friday. Good luck Chloe, we'll be over to see you in GC!
After dropping Chloe off at home, it was into work at LoungeD, where fire engines were blocking the way. Someone had set light to the park opposite and there was smoke everywhere; a regular occurrence I was told!
After dropping Chloe off at home, it was into work at LoungeD, where fire engines were blocking the way. Someone had set light to the park opposite and there was smoke everywhere; a regular occurrence I was told!
As the sun went down, the view from LoungeD was fantastic; another striking sunset, something this area is famous for. It's views like this, that make the move to Spain worth it!
In truth I can't stand Sunday's I never could. As a child, I used to give each day of the week a colour and Sunday was black. For me as a kid, back in the seventies and eighties, this was the most boring day of the week; all the shops were closed and television consisted of 'Songs of Praise' and 'politics;' this was the most uninspiring day of the week, one I would stay in bed for and just want to go away. Of course Sunday was always the day before I went back to work and one I spent all day anticipating, preparing for meetings and dreading the beginning of another five days of work. Today I am more than happy to work on a Sunday, just part of the working week; day of rest? For some maybe!
