I should congratulate myself on choosing the Raisin stuffed and Lemon Drizzle Scones Who else would? Spill the milk gently into granola and berry cereal And an Immaculate breakfast is laid out in front of me Like a pastoral English farm valley disturbed by thunder in a Turner painting Which makes you consider how the sunset depicted must have occurred on a Sunday and you can almost hear the firebrand puritanical country church sermon that was lanced unto the congregation that morning. But the sun's high and full of itself here-urban nature's reliable humblebrag.
Underwhelming Work Routine
The reason I doublebag tea -most apparent in its amber hue before the whisker of a milkdrop eases the cannonroll Is that I need to be aware Of my shortcomings-personal, financial, strategical, spinal, ******, lexical While typing out this or the next sentence on a screen that could really do with some Mr Clean -A line that sounded like it made far more sense in my head A head that is probably in need of a good dose of Ms Benzedrine A dilemma which lays the foundations of an oft shoddy, disingenuous, misappropriated, underwhelming work routine.
Oh, the work gets completed just with far more of an effort and far less of the breezy confidant self-satisfaction than I originally intended. And the tea needs to keep me awake or else I would daydream restlessly, evoking rats in cages who make political decisions and far away destinations where I can at last make my life completely redundant, or, whisper it, a success.
But that's the great kicker of working life, isn't it? You make a meal out of the easy stuff And wish the good bits didn't capture people's attention.