It's Sunday, and I'm in work. Every now and then I do a Sunday shift, working until around 9.30pm, and these little fellas who sit on my desk every day kind of sum up how it makes me feel.
Bagpuss, the perennial sourpuss, looks as forlorn as I do just before I have to leave the house to go to work, whereas Pinky looks how I do just before I am due to go home. The Sunday shifts always fly by because there's plenty to do and with a skeleton staff, so it's swings and roundabouts.
Sadly, I do feel I'm more Bagpuss than Pinky most of the time though!
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