I had decided to give up rooftop protests for Lent, but I am sorry to say my resolve did not hold and here I am about to embark upon yet another.
I’m fed up. After taking a week off to recharge my batteries, I got out of bed this morning – my official back-to-work day – feeling more knackered and drained than before. Arrrgh!
(To be honest with you, I only have myself to blame. I fully intended to relax, catch up on some reading, have lots of gentle walks with Audrey and generally lie around the house indulging in some rampant masturbation; when in reality, I probably did more work than usual.)
The profound disappointment I feel as I write this has allowed me to confirm the fundamental truth that life is just not fair. There are simply too many distractions and too many things that have to be accomplished on a day-to-day – or, more realistically, on an hour-by-hour – basis.
‘Modern life is rubbish’ complained some insightful wag a few years ago. He was making a point I would concede without demur.
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