It’s Good Friday and I’m working.
I’m a little resentful of this even though I have no rational reason to be. Yesterday I stopped working at midday and went to Aberystwyth with Ivy, spending the afternoon in the lovely museum there and rockpooling on the beach. On Wednesday we drove from North Wales to mid-Wales and I barely even checked my email en route.
So why should I feel hard done by if I spend a few hours on Good Friday writing and catching up on my correspondence?
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