decamp

By the time I met up with my friend, having tried to squeeze an extra thing in on the way, I was ridiculously wound up. She was ace and encouraged me to sashay down the street rather than my stressy strides. We ditched the dog and my unnecessary polar neck winter jumper and settled on a bench in the park. I decided it was a lot like camping without the nightmare of trying to pack all the gubbins into the car to get there. We put the world to rights whilst the sun went down, the cloud patterns changing along with the subject matter, and by the end I had come up with a plan. Before work tomorrow I will go to my nearest charity shop to choose a random novel. I will also book in my penultimate massage of the set I booked. Next Wednesday I will take off as toil and will not don my uniform at all, even if the sky falls in.

Tomorrow eve I will decamp again to that field, with my book and the clouds, and even tho my friend won't be there, I will relax.