The day begins...

Footsteps, next-door neighbour's dog barking like a hound, waking me up.  Must be the postman.  Sure, the letter box has slapped shut.  Bills I assume, like always, why is it never the other way round, why do I never get cheques, or tax rebates, better still cold hard cash?  Maybe in a parallel universe they do, lucky bastards!  Right, into the shower then work, another day, another dollar, yawn, if Sue from accounts says that one more time i'll skin her cat, Spotty, that'll teach the optimistic bitch!