The Long Bridge Weekend
BRIDGE WEEKEND
The long bank or bridge holiday weekend creates a warm, fluffy feeling where you can heat canned beans and dip in pieces of baguette with microwaved butter, alongside a 4pm coffee which is rebellious on a day off, as we don't know if it will shatter our sleep to smithereens or not.
As some totter off to Bordeaux to drink Burgundy and others shuffle across town to drink craft beer. oneness at home with a cushioned back and a good old quiz show does wonders in the grand scheme of escapism. Biscuits, cookies or whatever you call them are bought. Consumed. Eaten.
One deliberately keeps their boredom at bay by cleaning the house, though a visitor would deem it clean already, and taking a stroll up the hill, as if a modicum of what you would have done a decade back is now just that - a fragment of who you used to be, you stroll up the hill but you're already over it in your early thirties.
The shops in the small towns are closed but the large duplex stores are open with inviting sales that make many a quiver. As in early November, our hands shade our foreheads from the greasy sun, yet we shake a wee shudder from the looming winter snap. Still, the chintzy lighting of INFERNO DEPARTMENT STORE'S FLAMING HOT WINTER SALE! COME ON BY! ALL MUST GO BEFORE NEXT SUMMER! is much more preferable than a hike or
Amazing
The long bank or bridge holiday weekend creates a warm, fluffy feeling where you can heat canned beans and dip in pieces of baguette with microwaved butter, alongside a 4pm coffee which is rebellious on a day off, as we don't know if it will shatter our sleep to smithereens or not.
As some totter off to Bordeaux to drink Burgundy and others shuffle across town to drink craft beer. oneness at home with a cushioned back and a good old quiz show does wonders in the grand scheme of escapism. Biscuits, cookies or whatever you call them are bought. Consumed. Eaten.
One deliberately keeps their boredom at bay by cleaning the house, though a visitor would deem it clean already, and taking a stroll up the hill, as if a modicum of what you would have done a decade back is now just that - a fragment of who you used to be, you stroll up the hill but you're already over it in your early thirties.
The shops in the small towns are closed but the large duplex stores are open with inviting sales that make many a quiver. As in early November, our hands shade our foreheads from the greasy sun, yet we shake a wee shudder from the looming winter snap. Still, the chintzy lighting of INFERNO DEPARTMENT STORE'S FLAMING HOT WINTER SALE! COME ON BY! ALL MUST GO BEFORE NEXT SUMMER! is much more preferable than a hike or
Amazing
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