Aestival Lethargy

I'm recumbent on my cluttered double bed, licking sticky, crusted dollops of ketchup from my ring finger and enjoying the sunlight that is cast on all my things from my opened windows. I've finally got some Belle and Sebastian songs up on autoplay and I am convincing my reluctant self that I do in fact want to finish The Stranger, maybe even re-read it in French.

So while I keep myself occupied with the incredulity of how I've managed to clip my hair up in a most perplexing fashion, and the neglect of a small number of chores to do; boxes to unpack and flight bags to pack, I shall wistfully anticipate the sensation of finally drifting amongst the clouds, as the passing of each one takes me further away from an academic year of absolute stress and exhaustion. And of course all of this is done whilst tapping my rested feet to The Boy With the Arab Strap.

Here's to the forthcoming summer of 2012; 56 glorious days of lovingly abrading the pages of paperback classics, 9 o' clock daylight, day-trips to quirky English towns, country pubs, cosy nights watching topical comedians, prolific bouts of writing and what will hopefully be the most expedient mixed-tape soundtrack to accompany it all.