This is my first story so feedback is appreciated. Hopefully the first in a series
Taylor and Ellie
I got home on Friday night from another long week at work, I walked into my house; turned on the lights and sat down to watch some television. As I was flipping through the channels I was getting more and more irate, over 700 channels and nothing that I want to watch. Now I should say that for the last few weeks at work I have been under a lot of stress and things were mounting up; some of my colleagues had noticed this and suggested I take some time off to recover and come back fresh. I thought that they were trying to get rid of me or something but as I sat there in my house all alone on this Friday night I thought fuck it. So I went online and found a holiday to Dubai with the flight leaving Heathrow in four hours I clicked pay and went to pack my bags. An hour and a half later I was getting out of the taxi at Heathrow airport and looking forward to my last minute 10 day holiday.