Up later than expected, hurriedly packing (which should have been done last night), out the door, onto the train, through the airport, (stopping only to pick up Buy-One-Get-One-Half-Off books at WHSmith (The Miniaturist and The Bone Clocks)), onto the plane, then settle in to read for 9 hours (and I’m really liking both of those books, btw)..
Home to Ned, who was very happy to see us and a 1/2 dead garden because of no rain + hot sun for 3 whole days.
Now a mountain of laundry – we always pack too much, never wear half of it, but Mr Tater insists we wash everything – it smells like airplane, he says. But he does his share, so I can’t complain.
And still THREE WHOLE DAYS of vacation left PLUS a weekend, which I will need to catch up on reading all the blogs I follow but have neglected; and I haven’t checked work email once – life is GOOD!