I’m missing my holiday. I remember every single day of it and it was only last week. But the restfulness and contentment are slipping away. When can I go back?
Sorry to have to say this... Every day is a holiday for me.
Hang on must get the washing out of the machine and peg it out, then there's the ironing from the other day... Oh and it looks like the lawn needs cutting too.
Sorry, what was I saying. No rest for the wicked! Perhaps, I meant I don't go out to work, but work twice as hard. :-)
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Sometimes I get the feeling we just aren't meant for the workaday life. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.
smiles. i have a secret holiday coming at the end of this week...planneda late beach vacation as a surprise for my wife...
Me too! I want to go back, too. But I suspect I never will.
love it,
very thoughtful 160.
If that photo was taken on your holiday, I'd want to go back, too... Beautiful!
Sorry to have to say this... Every day is a holiday for me.
Hang on must get the washing out of the machine and peg it out, then there's the ironing from the other day... Oh and it looks like the lawn needs cutting too.
Sorry, what was I saying. No rest for the wicked! Perhaps, I meant I don't go out to work, but work twice as hard. :-)
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