I woke up the next day with a hangover. That wouldn’t have bothered me if it hadn’t been a work day. It took some self-talk to convince myself to leave my comfortable soft pillow and bed. My head was pounding and my throat almost painfully dry.
I made a mental note to myself to have greater discipline next time, hoping I hadn’t let myself down the night before. Even though, I knew there wasn’t much point. I went out to my kitchen and prepared myself some toast and tea. My stomach wasn’t in a mood to tolerate much else.
I ordered Alexa to turn on Midlands Radio 3. Music immediately blared out but it was throbbing through my skull,
Alexa – Volume 6.
That was much better. As the song ended, the presenter said that a scorcher had been forecast for that.
I slowly ate my breakfast and headed out the door.
My apartment was only two streets away from where I worked. It was a simple journey on mostly wide footpaths along commercial streets of terraced shops and restaurants with overhead apartments.
I felt the buzz of my phone as I passed the smell of burgers from a fast food outlet. I decided to keep going and look at it work as I was nearly.
A few moments later I had arrived and turned on the computer.
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