Shannon-compliance

The sign told me not to swim, in no uncertain terms. And swim I did not. 
The morning surfing session with Mimi may have helped to calm the urge... 
The car was packed - for the third time - and we left Nana to reclaim her space and some well-earned peace. 
The road back to the Big Smoke was surprisingly quiet for a bank holiday Monday. 
The car was unpack - for the third time - and everything was put away surprisingly fast and efficiently. 
The cat greeted us the way a cat does. Luca greeted us the way a young historian on the spectrum does. 
The house was in reasonably good order. 
We're back. The holiday is over. 
I wonder if I'll still be able to cycle my way to the Repair Factory tomorrow morning...