So I've kind of been sick since last Wednesday. Some sort of bug thing (duh, there's a reason why I never looked into medicine). All this meant that I turned into a hermit over the weekend and only left my place to go to Cathy's kitchen tea and church. Apart from being sick, Saturday was just one of my perfect hermit days:


Sleep in - check
Breakie in front of sat morning telly - check
Lying by the pool reading - check
Hour and a half long nap in my hammock - check
Dinner on my couch in my pj's - check

During the course of my lovely hermit time I read a lot. Something I read, from the pen of another Jodi, stayed with me:

"Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any two given people."

(Disclaimer - I'm not going nuts, 'hermit time' doesn't happen very often. I still like people).