If I’m working in Surrey on a Thursday, as I am today, then I usually go out to the pub at night. This evening, however, I heard a small voice inside whispering “I don’t really feel like it”. I don’t know why I don’t. Maybe it’s because I worked late. Maybe it’s because I’m tired. Maybe it’s because I have a busy few weeks ahead. Instead it’s 9.15 and I’m tucked up in bed with a new book to devour. It feels like heaven. I’m glad that I’m able to hear that little voice. I’m even more glad that I listened.

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