On Friday night I'd apparently buried myself under the duvet and kept going deeper and deeper when Jim tried to talk to me, and eventually had told him to bugger off and buy potatoes... I have no recollection.

Must be all the fresh air.

This week has been a bit mad, workwise. I was supposed to be back on the big original dig of ours in Hometown, but apparently I wasn't. Me and this archaeology student girl (who's working for the company for the summer) spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday in the countryside south of the Hometown, digging up and recording an old gate house. It was the most beautiful old place with old orchards and a brook and big leafy trees...

On Thursday and Friday, on the other hand, we've been stuck monitoring the building work of a new hospital car park in a small town south of Hometown. It's been dull as hell, the place is ugly and 1960's hospital-blocky, there's no interesting archaeology about, and the weather's been crap. I'm going back there tomorrow, but luckily it shouldn't take me longer than three more days, tops.

And: only three more weeks of work and it's my holiday! I'll be in the Land of My Fathers from the 3rd to the 10th of July, and then both my and Jim have a long weekend and only go back to work on the 14th. I can't wait!

My mother keeps asking me whether I want to go and visit these and these people, go and see this or that place, do things A or B. But my holiday plans pretty much consist of wanting to walk around with bare feet on wet grass in my mother's garden, drink jugfuls of minty iced tea in the sunny patio while reading crappy novels, and curl up in my sofa corner in the evenings, with my parents, some wine, and whatever it is they watch on telly nowadays over there.

As for today, I'm just going to eat more tortilla chips, watch Love Hina, and probably have an early night...

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