Work just seems to be getting more and more depressing, I hate going in at the moment. All I do is count the days down till we're back in Icmeler soaking up the sun and sipping on an icey cold Efes and forgetting all about work for 2 whole weeks

I've already got all our clothes ironed and ready to go into our cases, I've sorted all (well more or less) the sun lotions, medical box, and toiletries, I've just got to sort out what shoes/sandals we're taking and then it'll just be a case of packing it all the night before we go so we've got the day we go stressfree and plenty of time for any last minute running around if we need to.
I'm going to have to force myself into work all next week
