Frittering

Today is the first of eleven days off that I've managed to engineer, wrapping my six remaining annual leave days for this year around one of my all too rare long weekends (two in our thirty week roster cycle, don't spend them all at once!). So what do I do with this first day, a mild and sunny one for this time of year? Nothing. I simply couldn't get motivated this morning, doing no more than slobbing around in the flat, and when I did finally get showered and out of the front door, I came straight to the pub, where I still am. R and R is worthwhile, but the privilege can certainly be abused. Mea culpa.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B