It's a shame it had to end. But they do say, all good things must come to an end. My annual leave / break from the norm is now officially over. Until the next one.
It's been fun travelling via boat, buying arts and crafts, running around in a maze, reliving banquets from olden days, picnicking on stunning grounds, lunching with my cousin and playing with her energetic kids. "Can we sit down for a while," I found myself saying a few times to the energetic kids. Where do they get their energy from? Splashing in a paddling pool, chasing after a ball, racing up and down the garden. I was worn out.
I also spent an afternoon with my nan in her nursing home. My dear shrinking nan. Every time I see her I wonder how she can possibly be smaller than the last time I saw her. But due to loss of appetite and lack of walking, her frame is decreasing. She still has a huge smile on her face though, which is some consolation.
And so here I am after a seven day break, back at work, staring out the window into the outside world, and wondering when I can take my next holiday. The first day back is always the hardest, wouldn't you agree?
I know I've got to stop staring enviously out the window and stop comparing the office to some kind of maximum security prison. So I'm off to find something to gradually ease me back into work mode. I know all too well what it is I need to find. I'm off to find enthusiasm. I'm positive I had it before my holiday, therefore it must be around here somewhere. Surely it's just a matter of searching for it. Now where shall I look first? Any ideas dear readers?
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