[jambutty]

Simple, it is raiding the post office for my pension day.

There are also only two bottles of milk on the doorstep instead of the usual four on a Tuesday and every other day thereafter.

I get woken at some ungodly hour (about 8:30am) to the mellow tones of dozens of cars revving their engines as they drop the little darlings off at school and the exhaust fumes gleefully invade my flat.

I have been known to make a rather nice cup of toffee and only realise what I have done when I stir my coffee to find a tea bag in the cup. It tastes awful.

Otherwise Mondays are not too different to the rest of the week.