Yesterday was one of those days. How to sum up a day where I get assaulted on the Tube, enter into a grievance procedure at work, meet my hero twice, meet one of mmofm's top commenters, get soaked to the skin and end up shivering in bed for two hours unable to sleep.
Having said to my line manager some weeks ago that I intend taking a day's leave sometime in May just to recover from over-doing it, and having realised that I am owed a day in lieu of the Bank Holidays I don't take because they are on Mondays, I decided that today will be my day off. Still have to set the alarm in order to phone in so as not to be AWOL, and still have the Bastard Builders' noise - a combination of the electric blade that cuts what they call 'bricks' and I call 'breeze-blocks'; a vehicle that keeps reversing so has to go 'beep beep beep' and some other equipment that makes my house shake. I see that the warm words bullshit of Damian from Como have come to nothing and there has been no gesture of goodwill from Stuart Fanti of MacNiven and Cameron. Such foolishness...!
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