If I ever get a proper job and still want to take August off to go to the Edinburgh Festival I think I might get a short answer from my so-called colleagues.
What is a colleague anyway? It's not a friend, it seems that it is not a business partner. It must be somebody you are "in league" with. and being "in league" with someone, unless you're either a professional footballer, Jack Hawkins or Mark Gatiss (which my spellcheck just corrected to Mark GayKiss, sorry Mark!), well it never leads anywhere good.
I (kind of) understand the need for families to have their 14 days in Murcia during the school holidays but I also am inclined to a kind of policy that take sides with those who might choose to stick two fingers up their nostrils and say "Tough luck mate, I got plans".
But how does one avoid this distasteful sort of semi-conflict without anyone (them) getting hurt?
One solution might be to resign from whatever you're doing every July for the period of your entire working life.
Is it me or is there something supremely appealing about that concept?
Okay it's me.
I might be preprogrammed with that as an acceptable concept of renewal.
But then, I used to love Quantum Leap
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