There is nothing that I would like to do more today than curl up on my sofa with a cup of tea, some gingernut biscuits, some trashy daytime TV with a good book (The Suspicions of Mr Whicher) and some knitting on hand.
I considered phoning in lazy, or dead. But my line manager is notoriously unsympathetic. And to make it worse, I had to be in for an 8.15am meeting, am working here from 6-8pm and then going straight to housegroup (which I really don’t want to miss as we’re doing this).
Bring on the weekend is what I say. And make is longer is also what I say. Just an extra day or two would be fine.