Back to work.

Remember how your heart used to sink
when 'Back to School' signs started appearing in shops
towards the end of the summer holidays?

But at least there were (semi) treats in store.
New shoes (as high as you could get away with).
New school bag. (Hey, a bag is a bag).
Lovely things in shiny tins. (Compasses and protractors, I think.
I never used 'em.)

Where are my treats today?
I'll be fucking starving by 9.30.
I'm used to having at least 3 mince pies, 3 sausage rolls and some
left over pudding of some kind by now.

Grrr. Grrr.