The only thing worse than boredom is routine. I find myself living each day like a dream – sleep, wake, eat, work and sleep – Waiting expectantly for the 3pm chime that alerts me to the impending freedom from boredom –  and then the bus that takes me home.

Each day passes – sometimes like a bore, sometimes like a breeze – living for the weekend – and then the dread as the weekend ends – and the grind starts all over again. This is the life of me!