And when I say what the doctor ordered, I actually mean what Ross ordered.
Today was overwhelming.
Another early morning of getting up in the dark (I hate that!),
another morning of work,
another afternoon in the library,
another intense session of thrashing out ideas for my dissertation,
and an sweep over of pressure knowing that if I want to keep a promise to myself, I have to work harder than ever.
So when I got home and I was playing at been a full blown Negative Nancy - again -
Ross hugged me, rubbed my shoulders, made me dinner and told me to go and watch a cookery programme whilst I have a bath. (That man knows me well)
Throw in a couple of bath bombs, a scented candle and an early night and you've concocted a sure fire way of making me relax.
Also, when did I get to be old?