It's a bank holiday weekend here in Blighty. A welcome one for yours truly too. I'm still feeling the effects of having a restful break in Cornwall. My system is struggling to get back on terms with paid work. It's like being jet-lagged.
I've been careful not to schedule much this weekend as a result. I've got a couple of practical bike things to attend to, which should keep me occupied and not wild-eyed with frustration. Then on Sunday, we're off to our favourite restaurant for a slap-up vegan supper. Luckily, vegans enjoy a port and lemon as much as the next maniac, so a few sharpeners will join in the good work.
Other than that, it's lie-ins, curries and telly. The de facto triumvirate of British excellence.
About Me
- Francis
- I’m the male half of a dinky (duel income no kids yet) couple from London, England. I give off a cynical air apparently, but this is inadvertent. I loathe wilfully cynical people. I lay the blame for my apparent world-weariness at the feet of white-collar work. It is ultimately pointless, and therefore engenders ennui and spiritual fatigue. Why do you think so many people practice yoga in the evenings? They're left empty husks by their day jobs and erroneously think that enlightenment is inextricably linked with the ability to touch one's toes. I'm being inadvertently cynical again. There might be something in it je suppose. Om…
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