Guess What?


I’m giving up the day job to be a real writer. For a little while, at least.

I think I’ll miss my borrowers, but I’ll like being able to wear my own (unironed, not work) trousers every day.

My work trousers can be lonely and creased at the very back of my wardrobe, near the uncomfortable shoes and the bags I don’t like any more, and the new things I am denying that I have spent money on until a decent amount of time has elapsed since the last time I spent money on new things.

I hate you, work trousers. 

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