Morning meds

My train was late. The shop where I was going to buy lunch was closed for inventory. The sleet…was sleet. It’s not the best morning ever.

So I’m self-medicating. A gentle mug of tea. Chocolate – a Christmas present from a co-worker. And the doctor, by Mr Bailey:

It’s getting better. Another mug of tea and I just might survive the day.

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