Bank Rubbishday Monday

May 04, 2009 19:45

I am very much In A Grump.

I am in fact so far into The Grump that I am invisible to the outside world. I like to think of it as a Grump coccoon, from which, eventually, I shall emerge as a crumpled and dishevelled new being who, provided she doesn't get eaten in those first few fragile hours, will be able to flit and fly and frivol to her heart's content.

The causes of my Grump are numerous and my ever shrinking tollerance for each new annoyance caused my mental state to diminish substantially until the inevitable happened... There was a slight eye leakage incident on the walk home from work.

In my defence, the drinking tube that seriously injured the dromadary's spine, was a man with a group of late teens repeatedly screaming at me that I was a fat slag as I tried to cross the road.

Wanker.

Anyhew, for the time being, I am still wallowing in the coccoon, but hope to break free by the time tomorrow arrives. I suspect a dose of ATA* may kick-start the emergance process.

Come on Bols, don't give up!

*Ashes To Ashes
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