Why can't I sleep? Must be backtowork-itis. I'm sure this belt used to fit me once. I hope I turned the iron off. Oh for goodness sake stop dawdling in front of the ticket barrier. I wish I'd remembered my shuffly iPod thing.
Yes I did have a good Christmas thanks. No I did not have a good New Year thanks. Why is my inbox full of annoying petty administrative emails? I'll be able to help you out once I've dealt with these petty administrative emails. It feels like business as normal, even though it clearly isn't. I never noticed that "risk management workshop" in my calendar, honest. I'll be able to help you out once I've dealt with these additional petty administrative emails. But that makes no sense at all. Yes of course I'll do it. Do I really only get three potatoes? This chicken'll taste fine so long as I can scrape the garlic out. No really, I will be able to help you out once I've dealt with these additional petty administrative emails. Ha, I think you meant 15, not 17. Thank goodness I noticed. I really do not care whether my objectives are SMART or not. Can we move one of these essential meetings back a fortnight please? I'll be able to help you out... erm, tomorrow, sorry.
No I do not want a bloody free paper, thankyou. Move inside the carriage a bit and I can squeeze in behind you. Another pizza leaflet? That's going in the bin. That's the 38th time you've told me that my call is important to you. You can't charge me for a full year, and I don't care what your smallprint says. Just to confirm, I really don't have to pay my latest gas bill? Thank you. I'm sure a chicken slice with a sell-by date 3 days ago is perfectly edible. How strange, that looks exactly like... ... oh god, no, they sit next to me at work!! Retreat now. How long have you been a confirmed pagan? (if that's not a contradiction) I'd recommend a tumble drier, or maybe an Audi windscreen. Damn, this is still one of those "not quite sure how it's going" things. OK, I'll buy you the book again next year. I bet the view from the 10th floor is fantastic. Yes, I just happened to be in the County Records Office. I'm glad you like it. Oh Dermot, Dermot, why have you stooped to this? But there are no railways in the Outer Hebrides. Do you want to go and stand in a crowd with Rosie again? Perhaps I mix in the wrong circles. Life's rarely as good as it could be. Or as bad.
I'd better be able to sleep tonight. Where did the last fortnight go? Sigh.