What’s everyone up to this glorious Sunday?
I’m having a guilt free recovery day.
The 31 hours travelling took it out of me more than I’d realised. I sat in the garden when I got back, sun on my face, knee swollen to the size of a football, new born lambs baaing in the adjacent field and I gave myself permission.
Permission to rest.
Permission to sleep.
Permission to not think.
Bliss.
How about you?