It’s only 7.11am.
The stress levels are soaring. I can feel the ache stretching across my heart.
Flo can’t find any socks. (She knows, and has known for 10 years – always put your uniform out the night before….).
She resorts to tights.
Her crumpet gives off acrid smoke from the toaster as she chastises me. Nowlookwhatyou’vemademedo… Idontevenwantanybloodybreakfast…
I rub my eyes and wonder why this laptop constantly drifts in and out of the ether. Stupid to think I could sneak five minutes to send an email without the kitchen imploding.
Ten minutes of my day slipped through the tangled nets of chaotic strife.
Have a nice day.