I am on holiday in Thailand. After eleven months of constant work I have managed to find 12 days where I can relax and forget about everything. I have been mainly sleeping, eating, drinking beer and lying in hammocks reading books or watching the sun set. It’s brilliant.
I have a beach front hut that faces out over the light green ocean, flecked with dark islands that I must get round to exploring, but for the moment I prefer to loll beneath a palm tree trying to pretend to myself that this is now my job from now on and I need never do anything involving moving my limbs ever again.
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