-monday after a heavy weekend, part I-

me (hanging on to coffee machine while waiting for mucus disguised as cappuccino): "grrrr....phew....grrrrr..... phew.... *sigh*"
s.b.p.: "finding it tough?"
me (picking my flagging tongue off the floor) : "brrrr.......er, what makes you say that?"
s.b.p.: "it's all right, you're young, you can do all this 'going-out-in-the-weekend' stuff."
me: "so when i'm you're age, i won't?"
s.b.p.:"no, you'll be like me - you'll never learn!"
me: "great. so, i won't have 2.4 children, house in the suburbs, kittens, whatever...."
s.b.p.:"no, you will have 2.4 children.... you'll just have to get used to the idea of each of them being the result of a one night stand."

sarky work colleagues, noise of trading floor, milky grey sky......

-monday after a heavy weekend, part II -

me: "mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"
reflection: "you must be joking. take the flaky skin off under your eyes. put some moisturiser on. tie that mop back."
me (dabbing swollen eyes with cold water):"not so fast. i can't do more than one thing at a moment - breathing. so, do i look any better?"
reflection: "hmmm. do you remember that saying about beauty coming from within?"
me: "yeees?"
reflection: "well you do that girl, go find that beauty within. it's not coming out fast enough."

the mirror crack'd from side to side.....