Holiday mode!

Today (Thursday) I have been sat on my balcony, (in the 28 degree sunshine), reading a book. This book probably should have been one of several books I desperately NEED to read (within the next week) for my 'studies' - but instead I downloaded Lee Child's latest addition to the Jack Reacher series. 

The problem is I still feel as though I'm on holiday. By this I mean I feel like its acceptable for me to lounge around all day, eat out at every meal time (this has even included breakfast for the past few days), or sit and read a book for hours, instead of working, exercising or doing those essential things that everyone hates doing like washing bedding, taking out the bins (which are empty anyway because, as I said, I haven't even been cooking), or replying to important emails and letters.

 I think part of the problem is my incredibly close proximity to the beach. The Aussies keep telling me it's effect will wear off, but I have yet to see this happen. Currently it's allure is too strong, and so every time I have spare time (I say spare time, it's actually the time when I should be doing all of those tedious things listed above, so its not actually 'spare' at all), I head to the beach to doss around in my bikini, put on my shades and gaze at unsuspecting surfers all day. 

This was the beach on Thursday afternoon. 

Anyway, all of these things that I feel like its totally acceptable to do, as I'm in holiday mode, it's totally definitely not. The only outcomes will be negative. I will get chubby, probably smell a bit from continuously ignoring my laundry pile, and flunk all of my exams and have to work in mcDonalds or poundland back in the UK. 

Unless of course all this lounging on the beach turns me all tanned and blonde and I attract some amazingly hot Aussie man with a Bugatti or two and a house in the harbour, who wants to fly me back out here and just let me continue lounging around and reading my books. Come to think of it actually.. I'm kind of tempted to take this risk.