After a week full of sun, sea and just being together 24-7, I’m home again.
Pink Floyd wrote in Time,
I like to be here
When I can
My home is definitely my castle. I love to be out, travel, see the world, but I do love to come home absorbing the impressions in quiet retraction from the outside world.
Yesterday went doing the usual stuff, packing clean the holiday apartment, driving home, unpacking and washing.
Today I’m going to enjoy the garden, tended by my wonderful neighbours while we were away. Digesting the last week, and just settle back in to the every day again.
The buddleia are in full bloom, the roses too and my lavender which were cut down before vacation, are ready with new flowers.
The family is still asleep, yesterday the boys went straight to their rooms, got online with their mates and were lost in cyberspace…
Sunday is a strange day, still weekend but next week is always banging on the door, asking you to plan, prepare and make decisions for a lot of things. I will start in the fitness centre again tomorrow, and the boys must get fit for the football and handball season, which starts up by the end of August. So as of tomorrow; no crisps, chips, pizza and coke… holidays are over…