H and I are on holiday now. We are having lie-ins, and red wine, and visiting various galleries and exhibitions and Ikea, and of course spending the odd day spent wandering about the flat in deshabillé. And then we are visting family, and then we’re really going on holiday, and spending a week scrambling about in the Lake District. Last long holiday together before the MA begins.
I fully intend to spend the time not thinking about my innards, my weight, my intellect or lack thereof, my social phobia, my future career or my general uselessness at all housework except cooking.
Ah hah hah hah.