Sunday 19:01 hours, the weekend wonders whether it has seen enough. I hope we have all done enough because Monday's are tough.
The wine in tesco shouldn't look appealing after Saturday's after hours activities, as you scramble through the reduced to clear setion in an audaious attempt to find the appetite that you have been missing all day. There is still no text from the girl last night. Ideas of coffee sounded just wonderful at the time to her, but really they were only ideas of an illusion i suspect. Another number that looked just lovely in my phonebook but its stay was shortlived. We can certainly all cheer ourselves up with the thought that 'there is always next time', but really? Forgive my lack of patience, but i didnt go out on saturday for next time.
Sixties beat and dancing feet were for all to enjoy with nobody shy of their active enthusiasm. Liberation beyond expectation, something definitely good for soul. Staying in is not the new going out and the bright lights will always shine bright. Unfortunately the weekend can't and won't quite last forever, but there is always next time.
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