Today is Friday and my regular day free from clerical duties. I finished work last night at 7.30 p.m. for an evening out with Mrs WWA so this morning feels relaxed. I started, as I often do, by knocking off a short piece of writing. Earning £50 extra before breakfast is good (but I breakfast late these days).
Anyway, and this is the point, as I was finishing my article my mind wandered to breakfast and of what it might consist. This is why I am not a good proof reader and why I put written pieces down for a few hours before submitting them.
I recalled that there were left over rolls and tomatoes from a lunch yesterday and that I owned some bacon.
As I walked into the kitchen my inner dialogue went, 'And lo, it came to pass that he discovered bacon in the fridge and...' Stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Nativity speak has begun. I never asked for that to happen. Why? It is November. I am not putting a tea towel on my head for at least a fortnight.