Soft

I've said it many times before and (not being afraid to repeat myself) I shall say it again...I love a freshly made bed. I'm thinking that's why I want to live in a hotel but I suspect there may be other reasons for that too. Anyway, quick blip of my (unironed*) pillows whilst I wait for assistance with tackling the duvet.

This week feels like it has been hard work. One of those swimming through thick mud weeks. However, this afternoon feels like it has turned a corner and I'm almost positive I spy a glimmer of light ahead. Which is a relief as I'm feeling quite drained and in need of restoration.

A relaxing evening with our houseguest (who I have neglected horribly) awaits and then I believe it is the weekend which I shall greet with a big hurrah.

Lesley x



* don't tell my mom