My horrible sunburn from yesterday bit me with a vengeance this morning. My arms are red and weepy in places and I've been feeling rough. I crawled out to the supermarket today, but have done little else. I felt quite low through much of the day, although, until I got to the checkout, I thought I was OK. The young woman serving me was polite and talkative, but I was, I suspect quite taciturn. "It's just that it's Monday isn't it?", she said. I didn't say, "No, I can have a face like this every day of the week." At the end she said, "There, now you can go home and have a nice bath". Christ, she must have been trying hard, way too hard in my opinion. What a thing to say. Who's the weirdo? That's what I want to know.
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