Have a productive summer, winter, week, week-end..., they use to say. But what about the joy of doing nothing – day-dreaming and day-thieving? What about slowing down, really? Our allergy to pause and waiting is like a bad love affair. An exess of boredom that class-stereotypically gets shared across an old world artistocrats and an unpriviledged city dwellers. Who else can have it?