It all kicks off here

There is a warm glow flooding my body. Syrupy. Maple, of course. There is no better feeling. The whole thing stretches ahead of me. The whole damn thing. Nipped into the station pub to have my compulsory start of holiday glass of the Stella Artiois. There is 2 whole weeks ahead of me. Don't care what happens. School is out and that's all that matters.

Obsessive compulsive cogs click and we sync with the universe

It creeps up on you slowly. It's not just disconnection anxiety. When you can't check your Facebook status. When you can't see what your 'friends' are tweeting. It's the concept of being disconected. No signal. Phone not working. Forgotten phone, left at home. It's about being out of sync. I don't really need to have my work calendar synced with my phone. Or my to do list. Or all the podcasts that I subscribe to but never listen to. And yet when it's all over, when it says you can now disconnect (no no I never want to be diconnected) the sync was sucessful or whatever it says it feels like the world has steadied itself like the platform in monkey ball and everything is going to be all right.

Journey

So up at 5.10 just about time to bundle my thoughts together and head for the airport. Fly stansted.

Didn't post this. Didn't finish it. I'm a starter but not a great finisher.