For two precious days this week life was a complete and utter beach. “Two days?” you cry in mocking tones. I know, I know, it hardly seems worth the packing up and the three hour road trip. But it so is.
Unfortunately this weekend is nowhere near a beach. But, so saying, there are benefits to being at home:
- you can drink the water straight out of the tap, and the water is not pale brown.
- a gaggle of 16 year-olds in slappy thongs* don’t hold a party under your window at midnight *thongs > the ones you wear on your feet, not the nasty string underwear (although from the sound of this lot… )
- the shower has pressure
- your get to crash in your own bed, your very own yummy, comfy bed with your own pillow. Your bed that is not sized for dwarfs.
So there you are, a weekend at home and loving it!
Happy weekend people!