Sleep when we’re dead

I’m lucky; I love my job so I don’t get the Monday morning blues. However, weekends still fly past in the blink of an eye, often leaving me with a bewildered ‘where’d it go?’ expression.

Not so with this one. I feel as if I’ve been on holiday for a week.  Some clues to activities enjoyed (some more accurate than others):

Family and fun and food = good times.

Also, it turns out that spring has sprung in England. Who knew?

Happy Monday, all.