Refreshed
I deliberately woke up early this morning. Partly because, well, "seize the day" and all that... and partly because the fire alarm gets tested every Tuesday morning just after eight, so there's no chance of a lie-in.
It's very loud.
Which means that, writing this at twenty-past-ten, I've had quite a long day. From my early-morning visit to the Co-op, mid-morning visit to the charity shop, refreshing Thunderbozz over lunch, and spending the afternoon updating my CV, it's also been quite productive.
The highlight has to have been walking past The Banker's Draft pub at 9am, only to find a queue of at least half-a-dozen old men, desperate to get in and start drinking the day away. To be honest, they all looked like thoroughly decent fellows, although I wouldn't fancy bumping into any of them after [counts...] thirteen hours of solid quaffing.
The low-point was probably trying to find more than one bullet point of things I had done while working at the supermarket over the summer. "Learnt how to put things on a shelf" doesn't really strike the right chord with any potential employer, I fear...