August

I’m unsure why the middle class is so convinced that they have an inalienable right to do stuff-all from now until September. Or why they also expect as God-given that the people who service the planes, trains and roadways will work twice as hard during that time to speed them on their way.

And even if I did know, I wouldn’t write about it right now. It’s too much of a bitter pill to swallow. Yet another reminder that I am working when everybody, but everybody is off in Tuscany/ Provence/ The Swedish Archipeligo/ North damn Norfolk.

So this is all you’re getting.