Holiday Blues
Holiday Blues, yeah we’ve all been there. When only staying in the foetal position and weeping will make you feel like there is still some emotion left in you after all of the fun.
It’s a good holiday when you can poke the naughty peace sign to your diet and eat you weight in cheese. Gahh… What we’d do to holiday forever. One thing that will cheer me up is a proper cup of char and cuddling my dog for too long.
I am currently sat in the car travelling from London back to the land of no point in brushing your hair it’s so windy, Cornwall.
What do I have to cheer me up before returning to work and the daily grind? my new MAC lipstick and a beautiful new ring- easy now, it’s for my hand nothing else. What a filthy mind you have. I also have inspiration for delicious recipes to feed the five thousand, I think it’s the slight tan that installs confidence that I am indeed now a master at French cuisine.
Beware there will be some highly scrumptious meals to follow along with wry disturbing post holiday distraught photos (bring on the note book and a duvet).
Anyway, I’m stopping to get a Burger King because I am technically on holiday still….
Speak soon
felicity x
