Night and Days

Just a quickie before I head off to the one and only Swansea tomorrow.
The excitement is upon us! I feel like I'm going on a little holiday. It's ever so riveting!

I had a such a good weekend with my dad. So good to see him. We went round all the touristy things in Portsmouth which even I haven't done before so twas very interesting! I do miss my family dearly, but why does it make it even harder and more emotional when you see them?!
So considering my emotional and exhausting hosting over the weekend, on Tuesday I was woken at some ghastly hours by a delivery man banging on my door, rather more loudly than necessary me thinks! I rushed downstairs in my stylish dressing gown because I thought it might be a parcel for me. Opened the door as the delivery man was about to walk off. He turned round, saw me and apologized profusely, asked if I was on nights and apologized again. I said yes but never mind, don't worry about it!!!!!!!!!! The cheek. So for all those people who DO work nights, my darling sister included, I'M SORRY.
The parcel wasn't even for me, it was for next door...grrr...so I trundled back up to the bedroom and looked at the clock. Surely, it can't be, MIDDAY?!!? oh dear oh dear.
So to stop myself from sleeping in and being a slob I've moved the gym earlier. Half nine every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have to be there! Genius plan!

So Swansea tomorrow. I'm ever so looking forward to it. It'll be good to see the gang (god I sound like my mother) on their turf. Also I hear one of the team members, no names mentioned, is letting me sleep in their beddy! How kind. Thanking you kindly!

Anywho's, back to the drawing board, or the kitchen sink in my case. There's a hell of a lot of washing up and it's got my name on it!

In a while, crocodile.

Hollyputthekettleon