Tins...

Got up.
It was dark.
Had a shower.
It was still dark.
Dried my hair.
It was still dark.
And pissing down.
Dress down at work.
Pick jeans up off floor.
They'll do.
Got wet at the bus stop.
Shit service.
Got wrong bus.
Got wetter walking to the office.
Forgot keys.
Rang bell.
No answer.
Got wetter still.
Got in eventually.
No emails.
No voicemail.
Pottered round tidying up loose ends.
Chattered to Alex.
Let out early for good behaviour.
It was still dark.
Wandered round the shops.
In the rain.
Bought new shoes.
Day marginally improved.
Caught bus home.
Out to shop for forgotten cocoa powder.
Second time that's happened.
Arse.
Baked cakes.
First cake sank.
Second one didn't.
Fuckers.
It is still dark.
Haggis for dinner.
Bed.


I have a plan for these tins but I need victims...