Time Flies

Where does the time go? That's all I could think of as we prepared the information for our next event. It was 9.25pm and we still had another 3 hours to go....

I could hear Julia Fordhams song playing out in my head and I was singing to myself... if I could have a pound for every moment I've spent worrying, on all the little things that frankly there's no hurrying. Then I would be a rich girl I wanna be a rich girl soon...

And laughed, never mind there's always the lottery on Friday....

Happy Mondays for me from now on.