Picking up the pieces
It's been a slow weekend, after the hectic week that came before. I always struggle to come back from a holiday however short. The trip to London was fantastic. I had an amazing time just wandering about the place on my own. I had a few things scheduled, a few places I wanted to see, but in between I had left lots of space in between to do something, or nothing. I allowed myself that - no pressure to be anywhere at a specific time, no pressure to stick rigidly to a plan, just see how it goes. See how you feel.
I went to the V&A, the National Gallery (this was not on the list, by the way, I've been here before, but when Freemason's Hall was closed despite what the website said I suddenly had a few hours spare), the British Museum, the Tate Modern (which was awful). I went to Notting Hill, Hampstead (which was my favourite place in London), I walked around the City of London on Easter Monday (I had the place to myself), and walked along the Embankment a few times. Every day I averaged around 29.000 steps, walked about 25km and, apart from one short burst of rain, it was dry for the entire trip, the temperature never getting over 16c. I spent most of the time carrying my jacket.
I came back on Monday evening, and was back to work the following day. The holiday was very much over.
This week the builders came and finished off most of the garden, with just a few bits left. Hopefully that'll be done this week (although I've been saying that now for the last month). Tomorrow I'm going to be a witness at my neighbours wedding, later on this week we're going to have visitors over from the UK to stay with us for a few days, and on Saturday we're off to my mum's house to meet the family of my brothers partner.
And in between a trip to Germany for work, and a few tennis games.