I have a new job. On Mondays at my new job, a box of fruit is delivered. Monday is a fun day.
On Fridays at my new job, a giant bucket of chocolate bars and candy is delivered. Friday is a great day.
Today, at my new job (fruit Monday, but still chocolate Friday remnants remain...) I wore a skirt I bought at the markets yesterday for £10. It looks like something my mother would have worn in 1993. It’s rad. Three separate people at my new job told me they liked my skirt, then I ate a Daim bar and a pear.
Today was a good day.