Work is a four letter word that reminds me of the bitter daily grind and sends a shudder down my spine. I have to grudgingly admit that gainful employment did provide a structure to my day and a timetable on autopilot: 6.30am: screeching alarm, groan, snooze, louder screeching alarm, bigger groan, kick off duvet; 7am: up, mirror, groan, douche, trowel on face slap, iron/burn shirt, brew, cigarette, no breakfast; 8am: Tube, no seat, automatons, tempers, armpits; 8.55am: overpriced Americano, sugar fix pastry; 9am: PC on. Ready, steady…go.
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