8am.
The heat has abated, it is now sultry, but cool. Lovely!
I won't have the sweat attacks, glistening all over, when I reach work. Fanning myself with a manila folders in my office, hoping nobody sees. Standing in front of the air dryers, in the toilet, hoping nobody comes in. Stripping off in the toilet cubicle, hoping nobody notices.
Monday morning... oh, I’d be so good if I could stay home, no need to work. It would suit me well.
I’d never be bored.
Shake head. Smile to myself.
Pick up my satchel and head out the door.
Is that a recording I'm wearing the tape thin on?
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