bitful

I have just bumped into a tree on my way to work.

It's not what you think: I had plenty of sleep last night, I ate a bowl of porridge for breakfast this morning, and I was looking forward to going to work (yes, unlikely as it may sound, I love my job).

But I have a bad cold. It's already on the mend, so it's not so bad that I have to stay in, but I do have to blow my nose every few minutes. It's now got to the point when I have to use two tissues every time, as one is not enough. I should probably switch to man-size tissues. Ever wondered about man-size tissues? Are they larger because men have a bigger nose? Or is it because they are used to wipe off something else from somewhere else instead?

But I digress.

So this morning on my way to work I blew my nose with manly vigour, and my ears popped, and no matter how hard I tried to walk in a straight line, my body took a left and met a tree. For a few minutes afterwards, the only way to reach the underground station was to consciouly walk a bit too much to the right, to compensate for a suicidal messed-up balance system that wanted me to step onto the busy road on my left.

I never felt I fitted in more with the 8AM Vauxhall mixed crowd of sleepy office workers and shattered clubbers on their way to a chill-out.

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