We spent the last week of March at my parents in the Scottish Highlands.
I hadn't been there in over a year. Travelling and ME don't mix at all.
The scenes that you see up there are utterly breath taking. I have been all over the UK and little impresses me until I head up to the North of Scotland.
It truly is stunning.
I love being there with Roman because my parents have carpets. This is an exciting prospect when you come from a home without carpets, when your home has horrible laminate flooring throughout (I hate laminate flooring; it's cold, requires more upkeep, attracts more hair, dirt, dust etc and Roman can't stand up on the floor.)
I probably sound utterly Bourgeois, but there you have it.
I slept and ate well.
The normal pressures were gone.
The slurping noises of B eating or the way he breathes seemed to matter less.
But nonetheless, the days slipped by too easily and too quickly.
And then we got back on the train home where we were back to our old ways of me not sleeping till 4am, getting 4 hours of sleep (me) and the breathing and eating noises really annoying me.
