I’m working my last set of evening shifts this week and won’t be sad to see them go. At one point I got the idea into my head that starting at 2pm would give me the morning free to do whatever I want. Instead it has given me the morning free to sleep and, at a push, eat breakfast. At 2 I walk to work in the baking heat with my winter coat and try to find a free desk in the call-centre. Then at 5, when I’m not in the least bit hungry, I get my, um, “lunch break”. The last couple of hours are pretty dead so I take the chance to type up old notes. And this. At least something productive is coming out of this experience.

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