Tuesday the whim caught me and for the first time in weeks, I decided to dress up. Nothing too fancy, just bootleg jeans, a strappy top and wedge sandals. Makes a change from the usual office bird gear and, the change, I found rather refreshing.
I don’t know if any of you out there do this to, but when you’ve got dressed, do you find the need to do something other than just pose about by the mirror and take it all off again? No, not *that* something – honestly, minds like drains some folk – I was thinking along the lines of something useful: a bit of tidying up, hoovering or sorting out the kitchen. Well, maybe it’s just me who’s an oddball, but it’s kinda fun to run the hoover around and tidy up while feeling rather non-drab. Perhaps I should go see a specialist. 🙂
This week is going to be a bit of a rush, I’ve got a couple of work meetings out of town; including one near London on Thursday. Hopefully that one won’t drag* on and I’ll be back in time for wee man’s story-time AND with a little luck, going out too.
Talking of wee-man, we had a father and son day last Wednesday due to a mix up about childcare. We had a fantastic time in the park where the sun beamed down and a cool wind kept us…uhhh… cool. A quick sprint around the shops (fruit, salad and some things for Mum) followed by a picnic under a shady tree. It was one of those times that reminds me of those perfect childhood memories where the sun always shone and skies where a cloudless blue. As I sat in the sandpit, while Little Man burried my feet, I thought, it can’t get any better than this.