....has started.
This is the week that we all know.
Its the one before you go on holiday.
In your heart and soul you're already there. Already on the beach, by the pool, strolling through bustling french (....insert country name here) markets, already sitting outside the street cafe positioned near the artists displays, waiting for the bottle of chilled red wine to be delivered, with the foaming bubbling ice cold glass of Leffe to be used as the immediate thirst quencher. Already browsing lazily through the menu toiling over what to choose from as the delicious smells from the kitchen waft past. Already choosing fresh meat for the barbecue outside tonight, choosing the salad accompaniment as various market traders foist there wares on you to taste just why theirs is better than anyone else's.
A week when you're already wearing less clothes, smiling because the sun is on your back and you're not at work, so you can actually enjoy it. A week when you're already reading all those books you want to catch up on, already listening in depth to all those new albums downloaded to your mp3 player. A week where the daily news is something happening elsewhere and you can switch off the brain. A week where you're already relaxing and recharging.
No wonder its such fucking torture.
Later, GrocerJack
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