They never grow up do they?
But maybe that's why we like them.
Lack of proper sleep. The first B part of last night's B&B was as hard as the hobs of hell, the pillows were like a sack of coconuts and the floor had a slight camber. Nodded off briefly on one side of said bed only to wake up close to the edge ON THE OTHER SIDE
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes. Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun!