Last night I had less than 2 hours sleep. Insomnia is not something I usually struggle with but Id evidently napped too long; even my sleep meditation failed to send me off. The unexpected benefit of this, was that at 3am an old school friend spotted I was awake and called me for what resulted in my sneaking out of the van, to potter about outside for a two hour catch up (she has a young child, with no consideration of time).
On returning Mark and the pups were baffled and I dashed straight into bed to place my icey feet under Mabel, and lured Ernest closer to steal his warmth. 50mins later my 6am alarm went off and I groaned refusing to wake.
Thus today I’ve been in slug mode. I’ve researched runs from the comfort of my bed…thinking about activity but not progressing far enough to get my trainers on.
We stayed by the beach, walking the pups, read lots, ordered ‘el pan marron’ from the bakery and embraced a depressing litter pick – 3 bags from a small area and a seemingly endless supply of lollipop sticks, tampon applicators, and bottle tops. It’s such a shame to see such extensive rubbish washed up on the shore.
This evening I’m contemplating a bodge meal from random ingredients or going out for paella.. .hmm I wonder lol
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