The good old day job.

Oh today, you started with such promise.

A decidedly lacklustre day culminated in having to stand in line at Aldi to get a coin so I could get a shopping trolley. I had to get the coin because my hubby lost my token. Drives my car once; no more Aldi token. I didn’t need to buy much. Just one thing. I had to do all that rigmarole to buy a bag of tiny rocks for my cats to poop in.

This is my life.

Now I’m in the Indian restaurant getting dinner and listening to a table of diners FaceTiming their kids one by one. One kid asks “mum why did you go away with the girls?”

Dinner’s here. Happy fucking Friday peeps.

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