So having been getting back to work slowly seemed like a good thing. I say seemed as it was lovely to be back and see folk and chat in a relatively relaxed atmosphere. Only relatively because although there was absolutely nothing to do, the others were already getting restless. That restless feeling is infectious, and quickly turns to discontent.
So for something to do I’ve volunteered to help out at my old office for the week. This has involved lots of packing and driving til I arrived home to chaos at my parents house. They are redecorating the living room so the place resembles a building site!
The highlight of our journey up the road was a wee stop in Helmsdale for some chips and chicken nuggets….turns out enough to feed a family of 4 for a week though!
Safely ensconced with a cuppa and chocolate hobnobs I already miss my bed…