Gooch

A bit of a disappointing bank holiday as I woke up with a niggly head which has only got worse as the day has gone on, no matter what I've done.

I didn't make it to Pilates this evening as I felt so rubbish, but I did make myself go to my riding lesson this afternoon and I'm glad I did as I mostly managed to ignore my head for the duration, and spending some time with the lovely Gucci (above) and the good people of Blackford Glen ensured the day wasn't a complete wash out. I've only felt worse since getting home though. I hope the head has cleared up in time for going back to work tomorrow. Why do weekends, even long ones, go so fast?