There's something terribly wrong. After a week playing mum to Bertie during which I left the house once, to buy him food and toys, I am actually happy to be back in work. Not that I suddenly love the place or anything, but to be out in the world, completing tasks (albeit menial ones) and interacting with society at large - why, it's a miracle!
This will last all of five minutes, or until I get some chump at the counter with a chip on their shoulder, whichever comes first.
Maybe it's because the day kicked off to such a good start when I bumped into 'Muffin on his way to lectures outside our workplace - quote: "I'd recognise those hips anywhere." (I have only had two hours sleep, so it could also be delirium.)
That Yo' Chick?
- Chica
- Liverpool, Merseyside, United Kingdom
- 20-something shopaholic, dreamer, flirt, librarian, and student of literary theory. Currently personifying the reason office romances are frowned upon and determined to make you read about it until your eyes drop out of your head.
1 comment:
Sounds perfectly sane to me! How is that little lamb, Bertie?
Need more photos xx
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