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Apr. 15th, 2004 11:12 amThe first day back at work after a holiday is a horror. I found myself staring at my newly-tanned face in the bathroom mirror this morning, reflecting on the knowledge that only 24 hours before I was fast asleep in a lovely cottage in Devon. More insistently, certain biochemical urges were pointing out that my wife was still in a bed nearby, clad in a small slik tube so WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING OUT OF BED?
The answer is, of course, that small silk tubes cost money and I have a job to do. I don't mind that fact so much as fighting my way through the churning crowds of morons, incompetants and plague bearers that make up London's commuting population.
Welcome home, Adam.
The answer is, of course, that small silk tubes cost money and I have a job to do. I don't mind that fact so much as fighting my way through the churning crowds of morons, incompetants and plague bearers that make up London's commuting population.
Welcome home, Adam.