A week ago I was in Lanzarote. I already had a drink in my hand and was sitting by the pool.
Now I’m at work and cold. Pah.
(image from The Beijinger)
Here are 5 things I always go through after I’ve been away from home.
It’s not over yet. It’s not over til I get home. It’s not over until it’s bed time. I’m not going to bed, because then it will be over. I DON’T WANT IT TO BE OVER!!!
What do you mean I can’t have a glass of wine with lunch?
Why do I have to wait until lunchtime to eat? Why am I only having one course for dinner? WHERE’S MY DESSERT???
Why is my alarm going off? When can I have an afternoon nap? Why aren’t siestas compulsory?
End of first day/half day/hour back at work – have I ever even been away?
Already counting down to the next one!
Thanks, as always, for reading! x
What’s the first thing you do when you get back from holiday?
After the mountains of washing, obvs.
Restock the fridge?
Book your next holiday?
Not in my case. You strip your hair!
I decided, on landing at Birmingham airport, that I was done on red hair. Despite the hideously tortuous journey I went through just a few short months ago to get to any semblance of scarlet.
So – goodbye red! Arrivaderci rossa.
And, in usual me style, I couldn’t wait. It had to be done immediately.
So I found myself back in stinky boring tiresome dull hair stripping territory.
With the intention of then dyeing it brown.
But I kinda liked the stripped result. Ginger according to husband (pah). Golden according to me. With darker ends (will I never be rid of them?)
This will be unsustainable as my dark roots will start showing within a couple of weeks, but I quite like the change of tone for a short while. So I’m going to ride it out while I decide my next move.
(and also because the husband is so against it, I find it kind of funny to torment him. I didn’t just say that. OK I did).
Christ, my mirror is dirty!