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[rimturse]

I'm not sure it's such a bright idea not working during weekends. Fridays it seems a pretty brilliant stroke of genius, but Mondays I'm running round like a headless chicken. It's 15:40 and I'm having my first break since getting up at 7:45, no break-fast, no lunch, not even a cuppa! And I have to take a bus in less than half an hour to post orders and then take a train to meet up with C in the next village. What else? The kitchen is a mess, I need to hang up landry, but there's no time and I should probably put on a clean shirt and comb my hair.