I am absolutely exhausted from a weekend away, so much so that I actually felt like calling in sick today (metaphorically). I think the combination of 6 hours driving, a disrupted sleep in a strange bed and lots of people interaction have drained me. When I got home yesterday afternoon I had to climb into bed for a nap.
I met an old friend for a cup of tea in the city who told me such a terrible story of coercive control in her family that I started crying in the cafe.
I had a disappointing excursion to H&M Home which is proof once again that instagram is more enticing that real life but did enjoy the mega Mecca which now stocks Charlotte Tilbury so the shopping was not all bad.
And, of course, I got to see my daughter who lives in the cutest suburb which almost convinced me that Sydney could be an ok place to live.
I am very glad to be home again.
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