Oh how I loathe, er, I mean love Mondays. Traffic is slow and crap, children can't walk so have to be driven 100 yards down the road and I spend another week being oppressed by the man to make my money. Sometimes I think being a smelly hippy would be the easiest way to live, but I'm not liking the BO or the whole poor bit.
I've also left a freshly activated card at work over the weekend. It surprises me it hasn't been stolen.
In other news, work this morning had a lesbian theme to it which was just very, very odd.