Park Life

British summer days are brilliant. Packing my bag with suntan cream, my book, my mat and my iPod. Lying in the park with dozens of strangers, feeling the sun on my face, hearing the useless conversations around me. Being social without having to socialise. The best kind of social. Three chapters and 50 songs later, slightly reddened and blissfully smug, I walk home and lie on the couch...but I don't feel bad about doing nothing, because I've done nothing outside. It's different: it's summer, it's park life.