Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket
on an icy cold winter's night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday
weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her `slumber of the
dead' a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being
relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired,
weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a
fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia
sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental
exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born
again, in theory anyway.

With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her
way across the laundry strewn flo