35 days to go until summer vacation. Not that I’d be counting. But images like the one above make me fantasize of lazy days at the beach, where the only question bugging your mind is whether to have ice cream before or after dipping into the sea. 11 degrees C on an afternoon in June […]
Big M embarked on a trip this morning to spend the weekend on his brother’s stag ‘night’, leaving me with a thick and heavy cloud hanging over my head. Let’s called it the post-vacation blues.