WE’RE not even into July yet but I feel as though I can speak for everybody when I say, “Hurry the fup up, holidays.” How blissful, how magical, how therapeutic it would be to spend time away from work or school with nothing better to do than luxuriate over a late breakfast while planning a day outside. Maybe we’ll have barbecues, maybe we won’t. Maybe we’ll get on a plane, maybe we won’t. Maybe we’ll just adopt the foetal position on the sofa a…
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