And so the decision is made. Have not the faintest idea how long it will survive. Knowing my restless-forever-craving-for-adventure spirit, I'd give it a month. Two. 3 max. A 9:30 to 6 , tappity-tap, bleary eyed, white light, compartmentalised sorta existence. sigh. I exaggerate for sure. What would life be without some drama?

And what comes to mind is a certain black-eyed-peas number.