Well we’ve reached the end of a week in which quite a lot went wrong. I suspect now that this was the time of year where the warranties all expire, meaning the day afterwards, the lights no longer flicker, springs stop being sprung and a squeak develops on on the seat tilt control of you over-priced “office lifestyle” chair.
That basically sums up nicely the entire week, it just didn’t seem to stop at all. Night after night, coming back to mission control, after suffering more hot armpits on the tube and Docklands Light Railway, of which it truly depends what day you catch it on, as to whether or not it works, does indeed take it’s toll on your spirit and mind.
You’ve basically been going nowhere fast.
I can now understand why night after night, hordes of people in suits and possibly their own clothes go down to the bars and drink themselves silly. Even I succumbed to the need to drown the sorrows with the aid of the fruit portion known as “Cider.” Sometimes, because it can be such an intense time, it will affect your mood far more quickly than anywhere else you could possibly think of, with the current exceptions being the Middle East, Africa and China at the moment.
Let’s be fair, it’s not all sunshine in those places is it? Well it’s mostly smog in China but that’s a different matter.
When that fateful drink touched my lips, it went down a treat, the smooth silkiness of the apple-plumbed liquid on the mouth was something to be celebrated, something to be savoured.
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