Gimme Some Space

New work clothes! The message feels appropriate for where my head is at. I’ve spent 15 of my 22.5hrs WFH so far this week, in meetings. For the majority of that time I’ve also made futile attempts to stop the squatters’ minds from going to mush, and prevent the dog-cat from eating the doofer, or…

‘Me’ time. Weirdo… maybe!

I’ve woken up with a view of the sea, hearing nothing but the sound of waves and in last night’s clothes*. I didn’t get lost on the way home after a crazy night on the pop – I’m having some ‘me’ time! I’m parked overlooking my favourite spot in the whole wild (<<< I know…