Today I had the perfect opportunity to walk out of work. I even packed the emergency Cup-a-Soups which I keep on my desk. And my special pen.
I didn’t, though. I don’t know whether it’s the time of year, or the effects of watching Eat, Pray, Love at the weekend but getting on a plane is what I would really like to do.
I managed not to walk out of work, despite extreme provocation. Now, at home, I’m eyeing up my suitcase. But I haven’t packed it.
It will pass.
It’s just the winter blues.