The weather is fantastic.
Or at least it is on the other side of the heavily glazed window three inches from the edge of my desk.
I can see the stark blues of the sky and the stillness of the leaves, but not even the twenty-something degrees of warmth can make it through to this side of the window.
The only thing keeping me from licking the windows is the thought of being free for four whole days.
Fours days to get out there and do whatever I want.
Four days to reinvent myself and cook like a sous-chef.
Four days to rewrite the history according to M, four days to find Mr Right.
Four days to loose those extra inches around my thighs.
Four days to unwind and recharge.
What’s the bet I don’t even leave the couch?
Ms sleepyhead M.
