Having barely got used to being back at work, I am , once again, on a day off.
But are things really any different - you can bet your life their not.
As I once again sit in the kitchen, I look out on another late winter/early spring morning, the the sun burning oranges, reds and pinks into a wispy, cloudy sky. The pretty images occasionally "enhanced" by a cloud of something or other rising form the steel works just out of my view.
And, of course, the mad hound still keeps trying to sneak out of the door with some jumper, or tee shirt, clasped firmly in his jaws.
So time to sit peacefully "waking up" slowly before heading out on a required shopping trip and back to the hum drum of life we all have to enact.
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