I'm back at work after three glorious weeks off. I find it hellish having to wake up at 6.30am when I've spent the past week emerging from my bed at 11.00am. My circadian rythms, never likely to beat out a nice even drum solo at the best of times, are hammering an erratic tune at present.
Why does man have to work?
Why, why, WHY???
Why did Eve have to take a bite of that damn apple?