I've been guilty of taking work home with me.
Not papers, folders and spread sheets-
Ideas, to-do-lists, and ultimately, nightmares.
I've been feeling a little dusty-grey lately.
From the fluorescent tubes, plunger coffees, long days.
May I add
Particularly on weekdays.
The week is coming.
Of fru-fru frocks and air kisses.
Poll: What makes good catwalk music? (no, seriously)
Last week I walked obliviously through a picket.
Amidst the Hard Yakka shorts and hard hats
Was a swarm of fashion police in the customary black uniform.
I looked down at my best black dress
And sighted faint regret for the first time.
It's Sunday again.
Some people think Tuesdays are more depressing than Mondays
Because Monday was crap and mid-week seems an eternity away.
Don't think too much and it will just slide by.
Nite.