We have a ritual. A habit. It's a weekend thing. We like to go for breakfast. And then plan our late afternoon lunch. And, before we head home, we drive around. Our plan is not to get our baby to sleep (thats a bonus). We do not have extra, company paid for fuel to waste.
We drive around with the aim of refreshing our castles in the sky. Some people have the most incredible houses on the beach. The best view. We pretend that these are our houses. We see our family there. We even build our family there.
And then we go home, watch TV, laze about. We complain about life. We make tea. We plan our lives. We get sucked into the proverbial blues. And then we realise that we have so much to live for. We make soup. We watch more TV. We feel energised. We sleep.
And on Monday, we start to look forward to the next delicious Sunday.
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