Late

Dear Cath

I got to work this morning at 6.25 am. When I arrived the place was locked up tight so I used the time to sit and stare peacefully at the world. For the first ten minutes. Then the peace began to break up and I started to get annoyed. By seven I’d tried to phone everyone in my address book to get them to let me in. By seven thirty I was getting very cold, by eight I was cold and annoyed and for some reason feeling stupid. I eventually got in at 8.30, two hours late.

What I don’t get was why I felt the fool….

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