Ah, how lovely to be back in the city and breathe some exhaust… The weather has been criminally good over Easter and we’ve been trampling around in the forest and breathing unpolluted air so that by nine in the evening we’ve been well and truly ready for some sleep. Of course, going to bed before ten means waking up before seven (at least it does if you’re me) and so the next day, eight in the evening sees me yawning my head off. Oh well.
Voice in my head: What a Girl Wants (who sings it? Don’t tell me, I don’t really want to know. Going to put some music on now to (hopefully) supersede it.)