Exhaustion kicked in when day 17 & 18 approached. I was home sick, wanting to go home badly. I told dad I had enough of shopping, told mama I miss my darling husband who is @ working his ass off digging money from one hole to another to support his lil nuclear family consist of a demanding wife and playful son. I miss doing house chores @ my own home. READ : berpeluh-peluh sweeping & mopping the floors, doing laundry in my backyard, folding clothes, ironing, doing artwork with the lil dude in the TV room, assisting lil dude with counting in the kitchen whilst I cook dinner, play football in our infinity lawn whilst waiting for darling husband to come home from work and etc.
I know I have a few more items to purchase. But this old body of mine isn’t cooperating. She prefers to stay home, laze in bed, munching white choc biscuits whilst watching telly in her PJs. Ahhh… pure bliss!
So, I requested to go out slightly later than usual that day. We all went to oxford street for some shopping, went to café rouge for tea, went to harrods and bought souvenirs for family and friends and left for home.
