Mr. Fine: What time do you want to meet?
Mrs. Fine: It doesn't matter to me. What time is good for you?
Mr. Fine: This is for you. So what time do you want to meet?
Mrs. Fine: Look. You're the one working all day. I'm the one still in my pajamas. So what time works for you?
Yes, that is the actual conversation early this morning in our flat. It is now approximately 4 hours later and I'm happy to report that I've changed into 'lounging and blogging' clothes and will (hopefully) change into 'other people will see me' clothes in a bit, ready for my excursion.
You see, I headed to one of London's famous markets yesterday. After bypassing hoards of tourists who seemed to like the stores around the market better than the actual market (inept tourists!) I enjoyed a
And so, Mr. Fine has agreed to take a few hours off from working to accompany me to the market, such that I may relax enough to shop! I'm like a kid in a candy shop when I see items that I like. I have my eye on a few pieces of jewelery, a special notebook, and a funky pair of cuff links for Mr. Fine.
But until then, I find myself watching Deal or No Deal reruns where all characters are dressed as Alice in Wonderland characters. Which brings me to a personal quandary: Is sitting around reading blogs and watching television a bad use of vacation time? I've been labeled as a work-a-holic by many...so perhaps a lounge day (or two or three) are in order. I know that I will be swamped and working, working come the return of school. But then, is lounging really what vacations are for? Ahh, the guilt has set in. Guilt over relaxing. Better shop to ease the guilt feelings! ;)