I woke up with sore legs this morning which is a sure sign I must have had a good week I have indeed had a superb week in Geneva with my boyfriend and hardly know where to start with describing it. I am lacking the motivation to blog, in fact, because I would much rather lie here feeling lazy and happy than stir myself to do something useful.

Hmmm. Well, it all started on Monday morning at the regrettably early hour of half five. I didn’t wish my parents to know I was going on holiday with my boyfriend, a fact of which they would deeply disapprove, and so I had led them to believe that I was working in London again. That had a few unfortunate implications, the first being that despite not needing to be at the airport until nearly ten, I still had to leave the house at the time at which I would have done were I actually going to London (more…)