We're back from a blissful week in Brittany of which more later. I wish I was still there. I slept better. I was in less pain. I didn't have to get up at 6.30am to ferry children to school. I didn't worry about how a bad night might make driving harder the next day. Because of extortionate roaming charges, I hardly used my iPhone at night except to listen to music. I was bladder-infection-free.
And now I'm home. Back into the bad habit of in-bed surfing rather than reading. Back with insomnia and pain. Back with a bladder infection. And tonight has an extra dimension of fun because I've run out of convenes so I'm on a mountain of towels, waking every couple of hours to do an SIC. And if I sleep through, I have the anticipation of a soaking bed to wake to. Oh what joy.
