It’s only Tuesday; can you believe it? I don’t know about you but I feel like it’s already been a long week. It was so hard to get up this morning and I woke at 538, having slept through multiple alarms, and miraculously I am still on time for work! Ok, so I didn’t manage even a coffee or a wash but here I am, smelly and thirsty, on my first train.
I walk down my dark street every day and resent the same neighbours who are cosily at home again, fed and watered, before I get back from work. Worst thought about that is that many are probably on much bigger salaries than myself!
Oh, I’m not complaining – yes, Mr. Cameron, I’m glad to have a job, but at what expense? My friends think I don’t care, “you never write, you never call”, and my family have forgotten what I look like.
That said, I am grateful that the train is running on time and that means I should have time for a quick coffee and a cigarette at Waterloo! So life isn’t so bad.
Soon be Christmas lol