Watching reruns

Today is the first day of my much deserved holiday. I'll not be back in the office until the New Year. How wonderful that sounds. It won't work out that way of course. There will be emails and phone calls, there always are. I expect them, nay, I welcome them. One can never really turn off. If I did, I think I'd be back at square one, another first day at work.

"I'm sorry, you are...?" I'd say, knowing I recognised the face but not quite being able to place it.
"Huh? Are you nuts, I'm Kelly. Your boss?" My boss would say with a worried look.
"Are you asking me, or are you actually my boss?"
"I'm actually your boss. Remember me? I'm the one who pays you."
"Ah yes, it's coming back to me now."

On my days off, I always watch morning TV. It's rerun heaven. A double bill of Will & Grace (love); yet another double bill of Friends (you can't beat that) and a good solid Frasier. That is what I intend to do every single day of my holiday. My TV morning begins at 8.00am and my real life morning begins at 10.30am. It's going to be FAB.