So, the 'Indian summer' that we started having finally broke today and it hasn't stopped raining here in London since 7am this morning. For someone who's counting down the hours (just over five) until she can switch on her 'out of office' and wind down for two weeks off, I'm not too concerned. I'm heading off to Nice for a week on Wednesday and have spent the last few days getting inordinately excited about our perfectly located apartment (we've booked through airbnb), deciding where to day trip (so far St Tropez, Monaco and Menton are on the cards, amongst others), all the wine and cheese I'm going to be eating, and how I'll finally get to use the French I've barely spoken since graduating.
But, before all this, I received a delivery at work this morning... A beautiful bunch of flowers with only a 'Happy Friday' written in the card. Thank you, completely unexpected mystery flower-sender, you've made a girl's last day in the office that little bit brighter - happy Friday indeed!