As an NHS Management Trainee I get the intense pleasure of spending most of my weekends writing essays. My latest literary jaunt involved evaluating my recent experience as a patient. Spinning 'it was a bit shit' into 4000 words took some doing. I poured my heart and soul into it, before pouring wine into my heart and soul. They say it's good for your heart.
So, I sit here drinking some wine and trying out this blogging malarky. A blogger friend of mine recently attended a seminar the basic thesis of which was that performing acts of kindness helps you live longer. Maybe, but who wants to take the risk? I'll stick to the wine thank you very much, I know that will make me live longer. Incidentally, people who give up alcohol for short periods of time are often secret alcoholics. Luckily I've never done that, so I must be fine.
I finally yield to the cat's incessant yelling and top up her dish with fresh filtered water from the fridge. I've decided it's high time she start pulling her weight around here. We'll swap lives for a week, she can get to work on my next essay and I'll lie around the flat all day licking myself inappropriately. She'll get her food when I get my 6000 words.
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