EQUANIMITY
Three hours to go till my latest brush with the night comes to a close. My taskmaster appears to have taken it upon himself to give me extra lashings of nocturnal labour. I'd forgotten (how easy it is to do) how painfully dull these shifts really are. Having a bitch with the face of the bloke in the Beauty and the Beast TV series as my evening's boss doesn't help. So much for northern charm. She's about as agreeable as gastroenteritis.