fdof- five days of freedom

Five days off a hard stint at work…so to speak

And it’s always the little things that we never realise are so special and/or luxurious…

Like hot toast.

Caffeinated coffee.
That can be stirred with a spoon, not a paddle pop stick and consequently be flavour-free from the wood.

A bed that doesn't russell from the plastic lining underneath the starch, cold sheets and is reminiscent of a time when your parents were concerned of your potty-training abilities. 

Unaccompanied mealtimes.

Unscheduled mealtimes.

A variety of attire and accessories to select from. Extracted from set of drawers rather than country road travel bag.

A rewarding shower: this is identified when one can exit the shower recess sans peachy-scented suds on body and the shampoo foam is in the drain, not ones hair.

A rewarding hand wash: this is identified when one can rinse the cleansing soap thoroughly from ones hands within a period of less than ten seconds due to tap spout having a diameter more than 1 millimetre. This is also accompanied by another identifying factor of the water attempting to reach the hands, instead of deciding to bashfully dribble down the back of the basin.
Feeling the breeze off the swaying trees outside your window in lieu of the air conditioned zephyr inside your room.
Breathing in the fresh air that comes off those swaying trees and is decidedly unscented with disinfectant or bodily odours that should just not be odorous at all.

Having company that you actually are not forced to “companise” (is that a word? Is now.) with and seriously refer to a "conversation starter" booklet for engagement.

Yes… it’s the little things I had all along. I had them there the whole time. And I luff it all. I luff you all. Thank you. xx