Sounds a bit like Battersea Park, where if you're a badman (like me) you can climb up the back of the fountain and be hidden by trees while you chillax.
I hear you on the empty parks bit - I went to mine at about 7am and it was grey and spitting, and completely deserted. PERFECT
I'll probably bump into you when I'm out walking, then.
We can scowl at each other.
I do a great park-scowl. I'll give you a full-on glare, followed by a sweeping away of my eyes immediately to your right, a pursing of the lips, and then refusal to acknowledge your existence
I tend to go for the 'quick-glance-upwards-then-mutter-"for-fuck's-sake!"-under-my-breath' approach.
Cool. When's the flight? How long for? What you got planned?
We leave this house at 6am on Saturday morning. 2 weeks of doing absolutely nothing. I might even get the children to turn the pages of my book if I feel it's too much effort.
I have since been drinking wine with my friend and chatting with her and my BIL who also came to visit and although it's put me back a bit I feel very chilled and a teeny weeny bit fuzzy.
coming back from work, eating things, feeling fat, being abit grumpy and ditzy. talking to housemate who is back after her hols and secretly wishing we could afford our own place with just me, mr f and the kids