Posted on 11th May 201711th May 2017 by JesskawritesOn mournings Sometimes the world is so grey and bleugh, that I don’t care about going to work. Sometimes it looks like this: and I’d rather find somewhere to sit and bask in the sunshine… Share hereClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I understand that feeling. On bleugh days I want to stay home, and on lovely blue sky days I want to stay home 🙂 Reply
I understand that feeling. On bleugh days I want to stay home, and on lovely blue sky days I want to stay home 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂