I am tired, of the can't really keep my eyes open variety. Thanks to a teething baby who has developed an aversion to nighttime. I am hot, of the really uncomfortable variety, thanks to this weird global warming style weather. I have been to Slough and back. Need I say more?
I and am now dealing with the darker side of my job. I won't go into details but it's not pretty.
Maybe it's that I have been catching up with Ashes to Ashes on Sky Plus or maybe it's because half the people in my office are about 20 years younger than me and getting into this whole 80's revival thing, but I am hit with nostalgia for Rentaghost.
Actually that's not true. I am hit with nostalgia for one particular part of Rentaghost.
I want to squeeze my nose and land in my garden. With a cup of tea and a scone with jam and cream. Oh and two well behaved children playing happy games (not my own then).
Where's Mr Claypole when you need him eh?
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