Bank Holiday Monday and we should be in France. I know in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter and I should be grateful we’re all healthy, Mr K’s able to work from home, the Little Misses are coping - some might say loving - being off school.
But bugger that, I want to go on holiday.
All the Facebook memories that keep coming up, Blips from previous years. France, Dorset, Norfolk, Devon.
I miss it.
Stupid bloody Coronavirus!!
Today was mostly spent putting away food which Mr Tesco’s brought and staying up late to order more.