Life Finished work today and slipped into seventeen days of what Americans call a vacation As always, I feel myself relax, my shoulders lifting, my mind bursting with activity as I wonder abour all the things I can be doing. Then I feel the slight anti-climax as I realise that its really just the time I don't spend at work, only more so. Then I get the lift again when it occurs to me that this is a good thing, that I can get on with all the little projects I want to, get around to all the film and tv which has been mounting up, and of course the Christmas shopping. 10 days until I'm 30 though. Hmmm...
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