48
48 hours - that’s all that it takes to drive me nuts. I am torn between the umpteen things that I have to do (like bringing my clothes to the dry cleaners), the umpteen things that I want to do (like curl up on my sofa and read all day long) and the umpteen things that I shouldn’t do because this is my darned vacation (like check my work email every two hours just because it blinks with new mail). Now I remember why I never take leave and sit at home for no reason - this post is to remind me the next time I am overworked and dream about hartals.
I think I will make a to-do list tomorrow - is it just me or can’t “normal” people get on with life without a predefined set of things to do?
Did everyone really like Brick Lane? I just don’t get why there were so many rave reviews.
