Midweek - I couldn't find 'that' tie which goes with 'this' shirt. *curls into a ball and starts sobbing unconsolably* My day was potentially ruined.

As i was leaving home, Winnie the cat decided to play 'catch' and made a run for it as i opened the front door.... finally opting for the psychological approach, i went back indoors and noisily did up all the bolts - He came scratching at the door in less than two minutes.

The train was leaving by the time i arrived at the station so i was resigned to catching the special "late people" train - the one that stops at every godforsaken station, even the ones in the middle of barren fields.

I got to the métro, only to find that it was the holiday maker special with assorted multi-coloured backpacks, white socks in sandals and acres of unwashed hairy skin .. byeurrk ... i'd not even had time for breakfast.

It's funny how, when i go home before the others, i often hear remarks about being a civil servant - fonctionnaire in french. When i finally, eventually, take a lunch break i occasionally get quizical looks and more pointedly so if i go accompagnied.

But when i get in late; nothing, rien, nada ....

I wonder if they'd notice if i just didn't turn up one day ?