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Do you ever yearn for something more? I bet you do. I bet you'd love a little shack by the sea, just close enough for you to hear the waves creeping to the fore at about 6:04 every morning through the winter months. A reason to crawl from your warm bed and sort the post, and all day, every day munch on cashew nuts and drink tea, in your tiny office stuffed with every book you can possibly imagine, doing eventually, next to no work. But just staring over the sea front at the tiny, almost unrecognisable boats bobbing dreamily up and down on the mindless ocean and the dog walkers battling with the wind and persistent rain in silly cagoules and wellington boots, just thinking amorously of your beloved - or perhaps you'd like a country cottage? I bet you would. Yes, a grand, country cottage, with a beamed ceiling, which, at Christmas your children hang baubles from. Oh, and a roaring fire and a grandfather clock, of which serves no purpose but to collect a thick layer of dust and look somewhat impressive in the hallway. Maybe you want that secretary job? You want to wear a tweed suit and stylish glasses and to partake in coffee breaks, and you want to read the financial times ' cover to cover, however monotonous it may be, you want to read it just because you'll look sophisticated and intelligent and you'll catch the eye of the boss when you purse your lips and strain your brow ever so slightly as you read it.
You've wondered haven't you? All the, what if's and maybe's spinning through your mind, and I know, I know you have, because so have I.

I opened one eye, to avoid the pain of the bright light from the window falling down on me as if trying to physically pull me from my bed ' it didn't work. I fell asleep again. When I woke for the second time only one thought sang mournfully in my foggy mind ' 'oh no, it's Monday'.
I glanced out of the window. The rain was coming town in torrents playing its song on my window and the sky was a dark and depressing shade of grey. I let out a long and exaggerated groan before dragging myself from my bed and heading straight to the coffee machine.