O!


Each time I casually mention to the girls that it’s only (insert diminishing amount of time here) until we go on holiday both their eyes and mouths open wide.

Every single time.

😯

To be honest, I’m cruising downhill at work today, just holding on for tomorrow and seven glorious days in Ibiza.

I guess that’s what part of what it means to be a child though: to live always in the present, seldom thinking about what just happened or what is about to happen.

Memory and anticipation turn children into adults.

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