Good day, sinister. Don't you just love Parklife by Blur? I know I do. Today I woke up at 7:30. I had originally set my alarm clock for 6:45, as I thought I may need to wash my hair. When the alarm clock went off at 6:45, I got up, checked my hair, checked to see if it was brushable using a round brush, and realising that it was, I went back to bed. The alarm clock went off exactly 9 minutes later. Why oh why do alarm clocks go off nine minutes later once you’ve hit snooze? What’s wrong with a nice round 10? Well, I decided I wasn’t going to bother trying to catch the early train, at 7:43, as I did that for the whole of last week. Oh crazy life. I realised, when I checked the clock on my mobile phone, which my alarm clock is exactly ten minutes fast. I must have set it that way some time ago; to make sure I got up and out of bed at a reasonable time in the mornings. I am terrible for sleeping in. I once went away on a business trip, and stayed at a hotel. I had set my clock, but I must have hit snooze, because I got a call from reception telling me that my colleagues were ready to leave for the meeting. I rushed around, and ran down the high street, eventually catching up with them. Nobody ever forgot about that. So I lay in bed some more, this morning, sleeping. Sleeping is so much fun, don’t you agree? Then my alarm clock went off at 7:20. And I knew I really had to get up. I had a quick shower, and then I got dressed, and stood around my room trying to find something suitable to wear. My white bra was in the wash, so I couldn’t wear my white shirt. Additionally, as I have gained some weight recently, I felt too self-conscious to put on my clean suit. It fitted properly when I bought it a few years ago, but now it’s a little too snug, and shows my knickers line beautifully. So I opted for my long brown cord skirt, and a three-quarter length plum top, that is a bit old, but still suitable for work. I went to the kitchen. My mum was there, she was considering going into town to do some shopping either today or Thursday. As the weather looked promising this morning – blue skies and sunshine – she decided to go today. She had kindly spread some flora onto two slices of seeded bread for me, and made me some toast, with strawberry jam on top. I usually make my toast with only flora, as I cannot always be bothered dipping the knife into the jam pot and risk having too much and spilling it down my top. She hadn’t made me a coffee though, although the kettle was not long boiled. So I poured some hot water onto the coffee granules in the bottom of my belle and Sebastian mug, and added two slim teaspoons of white sugar, and a splosh of milk. I then made my sandwiches for lunch. I had some lunchmeat, on each slice, and added some pre-washed salad from a clear plastic bag. Then I chopped three slices of red pepper and put that on top. Then I put the slices together, and cut it in half, length ways. Then I got a sandwich bag and put the sandwiches into that. Then I went to the living room, and ate my breakfast, and discussed the birds with my mum. Not as in sex, but as in, actual starling chicks. They have just left their nest today, and were apparently out on the lawn for the first time, picking up anything they saw and checking if it was edible. One picked up a leaf; another picked up a little mound of dirt and didn’t know what to do with it. Then I went to my room, and put on my make up. After that, I checked the dining room, and noticed that my red t-shirt was clean, albeit un-ironed. But it wasn’t creased, so I changed my top, as I prefer my red t-shirt. Then I brushed my teeth, and then my hair, and located my socks. Then I left the house and walked briskly to the train station, as I was running late. Ah well. Life, it’s a crazy old thing. Things happen. Men wear shiny trousers that make you look at their crotches. 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