Bleaurgh.

It is 5.04pm in the afternoon on a wet Monday. My arm hurts from Badminton in the morning, and I am supposed to go to the gym but am feeling really, really lazy.



I wish I was in Spain right now. Sitting on a cliff's edge, my legs dangling over the sea. It is a cool, sunny Spring afternoon. I could feel the gush of wind each times the waves crashed, and the smell of the sea breeze infused me. I have a loaf of fresh Ciabatta bread by my side, with olive oil to go with it. And some good wine of course. There is no noise, except for the pounding of waves and the breaking of bread.

I wish I was in Spain right now.