That sinking Sunday night feeling

For the first time in 16 days the alarm has been set.

Back to work tomorrow after two weeks off.

I'm not happy about this. This means I have to get up before 10am. This means I cannot wear pyjamas or a tracksuit or anything else with an elasticated waistband. This means I can't eat chocolate for breakfast, in bed. This means I have to go back to pretending to be a responsible, capable marketing professional.

Gah!