It is nice to wake up on a Bank Holiday Monday and not have to get up and work a holiday for the first time in months. It is also nice to be fed by your mother at home and to eat so much food that you probably will skimp and starve for the remainder of the week. It is equally pleasant to see sun light seep through clouds after a weekend of incessant and unseasonable rain and to admire the littlest things of home, such as a clean shirt bobbing buoyantly in the the breeze from the washing line.


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