Stairway to Home

Monday. Who needs it?

I would like to have a baby and be a househusband or find some other reason to go part-time which would mean I could have Monday to myself to sit and sulk. But I have to go into smelly work and listen to other people moaning about the weather and how rubbish their weekends were.

This is the stairway in my luxurious cell block. I live in cell 1F2. It's not as gruesome as it looks, unless someone has pood in the passage to the back garden. (which happened one time and I will never forgive that person if I ever find them.)

The only good thing about Tuesday is it's not Monday.