Holiday planning. Two weeks to go and I cannot wait.
Taking a chance on sourcing something free and getting it within hours. Goodwill shall be paid forward immediately with things I’ve been meaning to rehome.
Changing over my wardrobe to the clothes I need now and packing away every single thing I know I won’t wear for the next 12 months. It’s ten times easier to get ready and much less hassle to maintain.
Sunshine day after day, and ice creams galore.
Using our library more and more, especially for holiday reading purposes. It’s a joy to get books I would have bought within days of reserving them online.
Fresh bedlinen and a clear bedside table.
New books waiting to be collected at the library.
Only a couple of weeks to go before a full week off work.
A reorganised attic with a place for everything.
The local swimming pool reopening and resuming our weekly hour in the water.
A slight reprieve during a long work week.
It’s finally February!
A new Leap card which I registered so at least if I lose it I don’t lose my money.
Enjoying books ordered from the library.
Holiday planning. I really do think it’s one of the best parts.
Now we booked our summer holiday, I’m once again looking forward to the planning which, as I’ve said frequently, is sometimes the best part of any holiday for me. This will be our fourth time going on the same sort of break and now we’re really into our stride.
While I like surprises (like coming home on a brand new ferry!) I also like the comfort of knowing which amazing cafe to stop off at for a healthy lunch and nice coffee before we get onto the ferry, which supermarket to call into on our way to the campsite and getting a text message from the couriers on site the day before letting us know we’re expected.
One of the best things about our holidays has been that we enjoy a taste of them every single week when we open a bottle of wine. We’ve never been disappointed by a bottle and we’ve found some truly delicious wines for bargain prices. It’s nice knowing that as we plan, we’re enjoying the holidays of years gone by.
A weekend spent well catching up with new friends and family. A welcome antidote to the rain that never let up.
Getting a call from my fantastic library that the books I ordered are waiting for me to collect them.
Planning and booking our summer holiday.
Knowing that the work week which lies ahead will be considerably easier than last week.
Making some last minute New Year’s resolutions and knowing I’ll try to keep them.
A lazy weekend. No plans, nowhere to be and a lot of putting up of feet.
The coffee we brought back from France last summer. Every cup reminds me of a lovely holiday.
Making resolutions I know I can stick to.
Looking forward to a week off work in March.
A return to a normal schedule, even if I’m not completely thrilled about my return to the office tomorrow.
We had a great holiday, apart from the bed situation. We had to sleep on a small uncomfortable mattress for 16 nights. By the end of our time in France, we were both looking forward to our beds on the ferry which are surprisingly comfortable. When we got home and slept well on our very comfortable memory foam mattress I was never so grateful for a good night’s sleep. I have growing to appreciate these types of things more and more. I guess I don’t need that much at all.