School's out. As I came back from lunch today, I noted that Tasty Bites, our local chip-shop and grease-dispenser, was packed with students wearing their school jumpers round their waists, chatting and laughing as they spilled out onto the pavement.
Remember that feeling? It was like the best of ends: winding everything down, bringing in games to school and saying fond farewells to people you'd see again in... well, a few weeks' time as it happened... itching for that final bell, the five pips which were the ultimate signal of freedom, meaning you could race home into the sunshine to begin the long, hot summer.
Here, in the tedium of an air-conditioned office this afternoon, I'm noting with a wry smile that, after two weeks of glorious sunshine, the sky, on-queue with delicious irony, has clouded over.
Ah, I shouldn't be so schadenfreudi...al...ent...an... mean. In many ways, these little mites don't have it half as good as we did. After all, they're forced to stay indoors, operated by their shiny-screened-masters: tablets, xboxes and smartphones. When the sun eventually bursts through the clouds and the air is warm and inviting, they'll probably look out like captive prisoners at the unclimbed green trees rustling in the summer breeze, before realising that facebook is beeping at them, demanding their urgent attention.
Poor things, crammed into Tasty Bites. It struck me as interesting that they were queueing in much the same way that people from a different generation queue outside the Apple Store. There's definitely something to think about in there. Perhaps we're all consumers.
Maybe they'll work off the calories by running home if it chucks it down, I thought.
Enjoy your hols, kids.
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