That Monday Feeling
I don't understand how it's Monday already. It seems like 5 minutes ago that I was gaily tripping out of my office into the sunshine, revelling in the Fridayness of the weather, my mood and the prospect of two whole days away from drudgery. But here I am again, sitting at my desk trying to keep my eyes from glazing over.
I had a fairly chilled out day on Saturday (shopping for walking boots! yes WALKING boots), and pottering around Princes Street and the Gardens.
Then it was Father's Day on Sunday. I went to the place where we scattered my dad's ashes and put down some flowers. I know Father's Day is an advertiser's dream and totally commercialised and so on and so forth, but it's still an opportunity to show your dad that you love him. I wish I'd made more of a big deal of him last year.
I had a fairly chilled out day on Saturday (shopping for walking boots! yes WALKING boots), and pottering around Princes Street and the Gardens.
Then it was Father's Day on Sunday. I went to the place where we scattered my dad's ashes and put down some flowers. I know Father's Day is an advertiser's dream and totally commercialised and so on and so forth, but it's still an opportunity to show your dad that you love him. I wish I'd made more of a big deal of him last year.
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