I miss the sun and the sea

I'm very uninspired at the moment. Hence why I haven't written.

It's silly, all this summer I have been writing and reading blogs, reading books, drawing, taking pictures, thinking, and now, when my day's are less than exciting and certainly not busy, I have nothing. I don't mean that I have nothing, as in nothing at all, but my bank of inspiration, motivation and energy have just been zapped to within an inch of life.

I have become an avid watcher of daytime television. it's a slippery slope, first watching ol' Jezza (jeremy kyle is a chat show host, of sorts, a bit like jerry springer, but not)

Then Loose women (ugh, hate it)

Checking the book of face every 15 minutes.

S lip er ryy Slope.

Tommorow, however, is a new day. I'm going to set my alarm. Tidy my room and finish my photo album from this summer.

Then I'm meeting with a friend from Uni and after, an outing in my 'ho dress.

Onward!

Back in Blighty

One minute, I'm sat in Crete thinking 'ohhhhhh, this summer is just taking sooooo long' 


The next, I'm here, in my front room in England, bewildered at being home, in the cold, jobless, and with a very unhealthy bank account but at the same time, really excited to be at home.


So far i've ticked alot off my to do list for homecoming.

I've baked. (mushroom and pepper quiche, yum!)
I've been to the pub twice.
Spent time with friends.
Had lunch with Nana.
Caught up with some old work friends.
Had a lie in EVERYDAY.


So pretty good really. 


Except one small point...

I feel a little bit like I've gone further backwards than ever before. 


hmm...