So, I've resigned. From my job. With no job to go to. Madness. But...a liberating madness, the type of madness that makes you giggle hysterically sometimes thinking, "WHAT have I just done?" like getting pregnant, or married. People are kind, in the main, but I sometimes see a look in their eyes that says, "Are you mental? You've given up a job in THIS economy? Hmm, more money than sense." But I'm free! Free at last! So what to do...?
I decide to be domesticated. I hoover, polish, mop, clean the bathrooms. Satisfying. Until the cat comes downstairs meowing plaintively. "Hey Puss, what's up?" (Yes, I know but he's the only one around to talk to). He makes a noise that sounds like wine chugging from the bottle (aah, wine) then promptly hurls onto my hoovered, mopped floor. Right, you furry git, this is war.
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