Everyday Is A Saturday


This is a guilty post. After reading quite a few posts by bloggers welcoming the weekend with open arms in the same way I’d welcome my Dad finally buying a new car, I have to put it out there that I currently am not welcoming the weekends.

Why? Not because I am a workholic who simply adores working or studying but because it is the blessed summer holidays. Now, of course this is not intended as a rub it in your face post but if you do feel..’rubbed in’ then my apologies! However, even you, with an amazing amount of workload would not know what to do with yourself after two weeks of rest.

The first few days are blissful as you revel in your freedom from the daily routine of all work and no play but then you will eventually become tired and bored with your new routine of all rest and no work and not much play. Living in London, there should be many things to do outside but the reality is there isn’t! Especially when other family members are still at school or working. As we are all fasting at the moment, going for bike rides with friends or to the park is also out of the question so the mind becomes restless.

How do we escape? For me, it has been either dabbling in art, blogging or reading but sometimes these things aren’t enough. It is at these times that I wish I lived somewhere where enjoying the outdoors everyday was the norm. Where horse riding and going for long leisurely walks was an everyday occurrence. Of course, there are these things in London but not as easily available. It’s more about go-karting than horse riding here but they both have one thing in common: both are terribly expensive hobbies!

So instead, I look forward to long bike rides in August and aah yes, working on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Until Next Time

A Worried Student

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28 thoughts on “Everyday Is A Saturday

  1. I live out where horsebackriding is so readily available that nary a day goes by that I don’t see some woman riding her horse down the street. Sadly, as horses are generally expensive, I do not get to partake in this.
    My work schedule is so crazy that my weekends are usually in the middle of the week. It’s a rare thing for me to not work a Saturday.

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  2. I completely understand… And it Is after two weeks… Although hate yo break it to You but living somewhere that walks are the norm and leisurely it can get boring… I guess this Is just something us country folk say πŸ™‚

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    • Haha it is a funny world we live in. Those in cities want the outdoors and those in the country don’t really care for it! I guess the best thing would be to be able to move between city and country at will but that is only available for some lucky few!

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      • Yes, although i do love my home and being surrounded by Gresh air, green and babbling water…. I miss the energy of city life and the act of street photography

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      • I can back this up – I live in the North and assume it’s much more interesting to live in London! Then again we do have great horses and fields.
        Great blog by the way.

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      • I think it’s just that you’re near everything, so many opportunities! Also I’ve always wanted to take the tube to work/school ha. School buses through fields are tedious!!

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      • True. London does have great opportunities in terms of work. I have always thought that it would be great to be able to grow up away from the city but then live as an adult in London so you get the best of both.
        Haha! After a few weeks of rush hour journeys, you may change your mind πŸ˜›

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