The best thing...

... about a holiday is a relaxing Sunday evening with no pressure for the morning or the following week. Bailey certainly seems to agree. We have had sunshine today and an extra hour in bed (although I spent most of mine reading)  but haven't ventured too far, apart from three walks for Bailey. Instead we had a lovely lunch after which no one had room for pudding - practically unheard of - and requiring a walk around the big block for all. Home for another afternoon nap - me and Bailey - and then a night in front of the telly. No work done and no guilt felt and a plan to watch the whole of Downton rather than just about managing 20 minutes this time last week.