...arrives tomorrow. It is my 1st day back after a wonderful 2 weeks of doing nothing but sleeping late, eating rubbish, drinking too much and watching lots of horror movies.
It doesn't help that Shammy goes back to his owner tomorrow and while I am tempted to do a Britney & barricade myself in the bathroom, I know my selfishness will upset his 10 year old owner. That coupled with a week of travelling at work does not bode well.
I am also now feelnig the pressure of having to think about planning a wedding which leaves me wanting to run screaming (not the getting hitched I might add - just the day), so I will leave you with my favourite song at the moment, that I am trying to use as my outlook for the next week.
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