…because I most certainly don’t.
I really want to write something inspiring (or at least interesting) but my brain’s at a stage of tired shutdown that won’t let me do that, so this round-up might be less exciting than the others.
That’s one of the things they don’t tell you about living your dream life: it’s bloody exhausting.
This week has felt quite busy, but actually that’s mainly just been because I’ve spent most of it on public transport. What is it that makes sitting on a train for three hours feel so tiring, anyway?