8.22am: Train delayed.
8.30am: Train still delayed.
8.40am: Still not moved, and now a loud-headphones-person is sitting next to me.
8.41am: Root around for iPod. iPod is dead. Being literally forced to listen to Craig David - am furious.
9am: Arrive at work in a flustered state, with no time for breakfast.
11am: Hungry.
11.30am: Very hungry.
12pm: Very very veeeery hungry. And a bit grumpy.
1pm: Realise forgot last of rice n veg.
1.10pm: Eat cereal, somewhat dejectedly.
2pm: In no way satisfied, and still grumpy.
2.15pm: Go to make a round of tea, try to open large glass office door, and hand slips from one side of tray.
2.16pm: Whole office stares at me, and then the pile of smashed crockery at my feet.
2.30pm-5.15pm: Think in immense detail about roast parsnips, chicken chow mien, pepperoni pizza (stone baked), and McDonalds chicken nuggets with BBQ sauce.
6pm: Fly in the door of flat and heat up last of rice n veg.
6.30pm: Really should head to Tesco and plan more value meals.
6.35pm: Start watching Desperate Housewives on 4 On Demand.
6.45pm: Terry Hatcher really does have very nice skin.
7.30pm: Tidy room.
8pm: Read latest Time Out London restaurant reviews and think about food.
9pm: Remember need for food shop - pretty sure Tesco now closed. Damn it.
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