...how restful a short weekend away can be. A one-hour train journey, one night in a different bed, a different city to stroll in, and I feel like I've been on holiday for a week. Which is wonderful except that the Monday blues are all the more hard-hitting.
Soul-destroying corporate whoredom, as I said to a friend last week. Tongue in cheek, mostly. Well, partly.
Well, actually, let's face it, if I never had to work for another day again in my life it's not like I would miss the challenge, is it.
OK, now I'm just blathering. Enough.
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