Long week

Why are the years going so fast, when the weeks are really dragging by.

A week of work, and for me little else. W has a couple of evenings out, with her personal trainer one night, and a 'de-stress' course at the Uni one evening.



The current book with my book club is 'The Expected One' - this is honestly the worst book I have ever read - and the last chapter reveals the the author is a total fruit-cake. I feel like I've been duped reading such badly written, unbelievable dribble, from someone who claims it's all true (execpt I can't reveal my sources). Eugh.