Rest, or ‘trying not to be permanently exhausted’

Last weekend was my first lie in for 13 days. On the Monday night I travelled home from London, getting in the door after 10:30 only to get up at 6 and do it all again on Tuesday. I don’t remember the last time I had a ‘night in’. I can’t exactly moan about being tired, or the bags under my eyes, because frankly it’s my own fault. I find it extremely hard to say ‘no’ to a social invitation. One of the now-not-so-new joys of my life is the lack of work outside of working hours. The result of this … Continue reading Rest, or ‘trying not to be permanently exhausted’