I stand there doing maths like it is romance. London will charge you for lunch and still call it a deal. I laugh. I pay.
Tag: Tesco
Bags by the door, uniform waiting, that low familiar dread. Even if the weekend was messy, the Monday reset feels like being marched straight back.
I feel flush one stupid evening. The app opens and the glow dies. Hope is not a budget. It is a hobby I cannot even afford.