Fuelled

I reckon I got around fours kip last night thanks to noisy neighbours on the stair, a crying cat outside the door, and TV noise from teenagers in the house. So, when I got up at seven to go to work I was feeling rather f**ked to put it bluntly.

But, fuelled by coffee and bacon I got through the shift just fine, and then left at 4pm. On the dot.

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