It seems that time stands still when you are gone. The calendar is left lying about the date, reminding me of the day you left. The clocks regularly run down because I forget to wind them up.
K. left this morning after a 2-night stay. Last night was quiet. I was in bed by 10pm - though only because on Thursday night we were up until 2.30am, having drank between us just under 5 bottles of wine, singing to Les Mis, and then to Jesus Christ Superstar. OMG.
However I felt fully recovered after a full on day in the office yesterday.
Rather depressingly I have to go to the office tomorrow to do some stuff. This coming week is super busy.
Still, only 4 days this week and then on Friday we meet in Paris for the weekend...