Bank Holiday Blues
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Clodagh Rodgers Greatest Hits.
Bah, it's a Bank Holiday and I've got to work. Why can't people get sick during normal working hours? That way I'd be down B&Q and IKEA with the rest of you, buying paint and furniture which I'd never work out how to put together.
Still that's the problem with working for the ever available NHS. You're at the beck and call of the taxpayer...ungrateful bastard that he is.
Checking out the news today, what's with these bins that weigh your rubbish without you knowing about it? It's something I'm surprised Mossad scientists hadn't developed, I'm sure there would have been situations it would have come in useful. Working at the hospital does have its advantages though, I won't be paying for my crap to be taken away, those nice big bins at the back of the building will be seeing a lot of me.
It's really tough to get going on a day like this, I'm just glad it's not too hot though as I've got Milk Tray boxes piled high in the corridor at home and I'd be worried about them melting. Never did get around to making any deliveries this weekend, maybe I'll stuff a few down my own face but not too many, a secret agent that can't squeeze through the smallest openings is no good to anyone.
Anyway I think I'll kick back and relax for a while today, I've a feeling I've a busy week coming up so I'll need all the rest I can get.

Shalom