A beautiful Sunday morning and I'm homesick. I miss England, I miss the plummy voices, I miss the season changes, I miss the shopping. You realize of course that I'm referring to the romantic ideal, not the actual thing. What I mean is, I think I'm in for a sharp reality shock when I get back - I don't think I'll find that it was trudging around Aldi/the pound shops in the rain that I was missing.

The grass is always greener huh?

I am SO not gonna get any sympathy for this post am I?

today's efforts

sleeping **	exercising ****	veggie-ing *
watering ***	handwashing *	laughing ***