Home is where the dog is.

This weekend I broke away from the city and made the trek back to my parent’s house in the country. 

I ate too much, laughed too much and played tennis for the 1st time in about 5years, so this week I imagine I’ll be walking around like an 80 year old woman, shameful, I know!

Two whole days of walks on the beach, snoozing in the garden and cuddles with my dog, Custard. 


No make up, crazy hair, freckles & jeans… I look about 14years old again!
Do you find you slip back into your old ways when you go home?
Maybe it’s just me…

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