Or any working day. I don’t want to be here as part of this team anymore, I am fed up with chasing people who make much more money than me and trying to get them to do their jobs and find out whether or not the customers they are looking after are paying for the services we give them. Bastards.

I will have to go and see my new bestest friend behind a bar in the world. Yep, the barman in Mollys. Camper than a row of tents but a nice bloke – he must be, I give him money and he gives me booze, it’s a perfect relationship.

When I left on Friday lunchtime he said “You in tomorrow?”

“What Saturday? Are you mad?”

“Well I’ll be here, well I’m always bloody here me”

I think I’ve pulled.

A fellow blogger has just reminded me it will be Lent soon.

A period where you are supposed to give something up.

Hmmm.

Smoking - bugger off.

Drinking - ditto.

Swearing - fuck right off.

I know. I will try something new and challenging. Very challenging in fact.

I will give up giving a fuck.

Yes. Cold and heartless and angst free.

Hang on, what was the first one again?

Edit.

Impossible. I could never do it.