I’m finally home and so glad to be here. I very much like flying and being on the shortish side height-wise I don’t have problems being cramped or uncomfortable on long distance flights BUT … From my hotel in Madrid to walking in my front door – 36 hours. Sheesh!
At this time it’s 6.00am Sunday and I’m wide awake writing up my shopping list. Ole Mother Hubbard has nothing on me as the pantry, fridge AND freezer are totally bare.
So after I finish this I’m away to have a shower and do the grocery shopping in the peace and quiet of a very early Sunday morning. Later this afternoon I hope to start posting about my trip and will upload some photos of my drinking Spanish holiday for an Enquiring Mind. Cheeky!
Knitting – 2 rows last night on the second Dublin Bay sock. Hmmmmmmm.
