Why do we wish away our days so much? It is constant saying: I’m tired – I cant wait to go home – I cant wait for the weekend – I need holiday. I find myself saying these things EVERY day. Is like I’m wishing my life away? Reality is that we all are wrong
Moooonday! Did you all have a good weekend? Plenty of good sleep? I had a genuine good weekend, I literally spent it all with Craig. Friday we met up for some exhibition in Chelsea but ended up buying Ben’s cookies and ice cream instead. Was it yummy? Yes! Did I get indigestion, heartburn and bloated?