Work was.. Brutal. I had lunch all planned on my return – grab, go and join the taxi queue.
Marched straight up to Starbucks. Potato salad. Grande vanilla latte. To go, please. I guess I could never go wrong with that order. Then I saw Dad’s sms. Otw to airport, it said. 🙂
Telly, Facebook. More telly.. 3 WEEKS TO HOLS!