Normal service will resume round here on Monday morning. I’m giving myself til then to wallow and do whatever I feel like without mental pressure. In today’s case that involved sleeping until 4:30 in the afternoon and refusing to get dressed. Love it.
Yesterday a dear friend of mine sent an SOS by saying ‘I need to get out of London this weekend, fancy it?’ which of course I did. Less than 30 minutes later I had sorted us a night in a wonderful hotel for some swimming, cake eating and relaxation. I’m going to use it as a bookend to this latest little blip – by the time I get back on Sunday night I shall be like a new woman. And that’s a promise.