I had such high hopes for this long weekend. 3 days of goofing off and rocking fantastic outfits. But turns out, the sickness gods had other plans and saw fit to smite The Man and I.
As I write this we’ve currently taken up residence on the couch surrounded by tissues and empty tea cups.
Rather than subject you to photographic evidence – here’s a post from the week before last….
It’s a good day today. In fact, it’s glorious. Yep:
delightful; wonderful; completely enjoyable
I walked through the park on my way to the train station. It was all sunshine and birds twittering (and I mean, honest to god, original definition of the term. No, “Just ate soup. Now watching Dr Who reruns”).
I swear, taking back my Fridays (and not naming a band after it) was the best thing I could have done. If you’re in a position to do it, gosh, do!
Shirt: Cotton On