So in a kind of Day in the Life style;-
“Oh shit, it’s time to get up, yaaaawwwwnnnn” slaps snooze button on alarm clock
“I really, really have to get up now” crawls out of bed, offers a halfhearted stretch and limps to bathroom.
“Looking good, you’ve still got it” refreshed, preening in front of mirror and pointing with one eyebrow raised.
“Where the f**k did all this traffic come from, I should have got up ten minutes earlier” stuck in traffic tailing back 1mile from my exit junction.
“Where did all these flaming e-mails come from” having closed everything out at the day before and arriving to another full inbox. Like the e-mail fairy has visited.
“Look at the legs on that, god I wish I was ten years younger” sitting in the work restaurant as the incredibly proportioned Laura from accounts walks passed with her cool young entourage. Closely followed by the realisation I have dribbled potato salad down my tie.
“Right, I’m leaving now, whether the boss is still around or not” contemplating that despite already being over the flexible hours limit, I don’t want to be seen leaving before everyone else. Closes final e-mail out.
19:27 “There is nothing on TV, why am I paying Sky sixty odd quid a month” having just surfed through 100 channels to find bugger all but repeats or Channel 4 news to watch.
“How can I stay on twitter without getting grief from the wife” sensing impending argument following the third heavy sigh and sideways glance since .
“If that kid doesn’t get off FaceTime I am going to explode” after telling daughter four times in the last half an hour to go to bed. I mean I am in my bed now and I had to get off Twitter at .
So, that’s pretty much how most days go, except for today because it’s Friday. Traffic is always better on Fridays. I got to say “sod the boss” I’m leaving at . There is usually something good on TV on a Friday night and Laura from accounts may just have smiled at me today (either that or the bloke behind me) The wife is working so I can tweet all I like until about 21.45. My daughter can stay on FaceTime until the cows come home because I’ll be staying up late and drinking wine.
So to more victims of the meme. Well I could nominate poshbird who writes viewfromtheloungewindow but she probably won’t ever get round to doing it. Ageing Matron likes a challenge, her recent makeover post proves that and itsadadslife might fancy a go.