Melancholic street musicians.

I handed another med 3 in at work today. I have been off for 10 weeks now, and have a welfare meeting this Friday with the Operations Manager. My feelings of worthlessness have really kicked in now, and things weren't helped when I came across this melancholic trio. The lady busker is just stage left at this moment, shuffling around, like she is trying not to lift her feet off the ground. I normally love to listen to musicians, but this lot seemed dire. You know when you're on holiday, and some local musician sells you a home made c.d. which you chuck in the rubbish drawer and donate as a tombola prize at the Christmas fayre. The lucky recipient of this might then give this to someone they don't like, who they have drawn in the work's secret Santa gift extravaganza. Roll on Friday, I can't wait.