Wednesday, 22 February 2012

February isn't the end of winter ...

there's still a long way to go. 


Why do the winter months feel the longest? I'm getting pretty fed up having to wear all the extra layers, and it seems a coat ruins an outfit. I don't exactly have plans for summer.
But I am eagerly awaiting the warm season.
Nothing better then beaming hot rays of sunshine...

But a holiday in peak season will:
a) be expensive
 b)children on holiday ... peace and quiet, please.

Also, let's face it, I don't have time to plan a holiday, if I'm honest right now I'm ill, but I don't have time to be ill let alone organise a holiday. Yes that is right, I don't have time to be ill. It's just like a nuisance that I've been bombarded with. Half a day in bed was too much. Now half a day behind, and I feel like I have a list as long as my arm to complete.


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