Wow! Friday has been very sneaky this week.
Very quiet shoes I guess.
Short and sweet this week cause to be honest, my bed is calling my name. And not in a sexy ‘come hither’ kinda way, more of a stern motherly “right, time for bed”.
Starting out less than fancy
So I started my week with a case of loser complex. I was down, felt as though the world was against me. Couldn’t get out. Short fuse, fed up. Best to not let me out in public. I know. This isn’t particularity fancy. At all. What was fancy was shaking it off and getting over it. Phew! Sharing the realities of real life with you is pretty fancy too. I hope you can relate. Not hoping you relate to loser complex though! Just the reality of some days being easier than others.
Buying my croissant and eating it too
I though it was only fitting to add a croissant to my final breakfast in France. I don’t have them very often. Why? Cause they’re not very good for you (I hope this isn’t a news flash to any of you!). So when I do indulge I make sure I enjoy it dammit! I sit down, eat slowly, off a plate and with a good cup of tea or a proper coffee. It was deliciously fancy.
Cross country by train.
I took the train from the South of France to the East coast of Italy (about 8 hours by train). I’d never traveled any significant distance by train. It was a pleasant change from the hustle and bustle of airports. Especially the second leg of my journey (the first was anything but fancy) interesting country side and a chance to relax and take it all in. A fancy travel alternative.
Yep I’m in Italy Spunkies. It’s nice to have a change of scenery. A new and exciting opportunity and some fantastic people to work with. Now all I need is my brain to switch from French to Italian…