It was a trip I think we both needed and we have come back home feeling more energised and motivated than we have been in the last month or two. It's funny how only a few days away from the daily grind of work, chores and routine can wake us from a slumber we don't fully realise we are in. Our relationships can be the silent victims in this gentle descent; we forget to really talk to each other, immersing ourselves in computer and phone screens in an attempt to destress.
This weekend we didn't look at screens for most of the day (except to take photos of course, always have time for that) and instead we got lost in new streets, discovering parts of the city we had never been to while eating as much good food as we could manage. We had conversations that didn't revolve around work or family but allowed our words to meander between random topics as we hopped from tube to tube. It was a wonderful few days and I won't leave it too long until we get lost again.
And here are a few worries I will be letting go of this week...
Always having to be the leader
I have realised over the last few years that I have this incessant need to be the leader on a holiday. I love to plan the itinerary, research the best places to eat and take control of the map when trying to find our bearings. I've slowly learned to relinquish this control but I have this weird joy for planning the BEST. TRIP. EVER and surely this isn't the worse thing?
Having to wear a bra
Summertime is not a good season for under garments especially when you get those beautiful under-boob sweat patches that just scream summer chic. There truly is no better feeling than taking off your bra as soon as you come home and flinging it in the corner - let those ta-ta's free!!
Being terrible at replying to messages
Apologies to all those who have ever messaged me. I do intend on replying but I have a mind like a sieve and also I am just crap at replying.
Finishing a TV series
I always get so sad when finishing a TV series and my most recent mourning is for The Handmaid's Tale. Hole Moses if you haven't seen it you have to!
Being a nag
Really trying not to nag Andrew when he decides to stay up late, sleep in or refuse to organise his clothes. I am not his mother. Repeat: I am not his mother.
And that's it for this week. Enjoy these sunny days folks!!

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