If talking to myself constantly is the first sign that I need a break, then Saturday certainly presented the second sign. I was going to sit in the garden to enjoy the sunshine while reading the paper so went to get the deckchair out, but instead I got out the ironing board. Had it not been for the other half asking me what I was doing, I'm sure I would have made it into the garden before I realised.
In my defence, we do store both things in the kitchen and both are items that fold out, but there ends any similarity.
Today I have booked my train ticket for home at the end of the month and for once I'm going to take an extra day off before I come back into work, so that I can just relax.
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I've only just lived down the time I poured juice into the pasta bowls one mealtime. I stopped before serving the pasta in glasses obviously.
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