I just finished a tasty meal with a colleague, and now I’m in my room again. Alone tonight, due to the windy nights my fiancé is stuck on Heathrow airport. Hopefully I will see her tonight, but it will probably be very late. One more night and then its weekend, but I won’t be home by Saturday, because tomorrow it’s my sister-in-law her birthday and we are going to visit her. Pooh, now I think of it, Saturday evening we are going to a concert. No spare time, sitting home, doing nothing but watching the telly. Hopefully soon that evening may come. I think I may need a vacation soon. The long days are eating me up. No idea yet of were I should go. But I wouldn’t mind going to a warmer place.