Monday mornings are the worst things in the world

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Joe Longbottom

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Monday mornings are the worst things in the world for a number of reasons. One, it's the beginning of the week and another five days to go until Friday my official party night! Two, you have to get up to go to work which usually entails the dog bursting into my room at 6:30 in the morning and losing half of its body's drool supply from his tongue onto my face. Three, the worst of all the Monday morning treatments, my flat mate. I thought that no one else could hate Mondays more than me. It could not be physically possible or that's what I thought, but then I met Rob, my flat mate.

Try getting him up on Monday mornings! It takes about half an hour to get to his bed through all the mess and dirty laundry, even the dog is scared to go into his room and I don't blame him. When you finally reach his bed you have the risk of getting numerous broken bones or, even worse, the death penalty. No doubt he would give you the choice of lethal injection or public hanging, he's a good hearted lad deep down! He has lost about five girlfriends that way, poor things I did tell them, now not even plastic surgery could save them now.

So, after all this commotion, I set off to work leaving my dog in the capable hands of my mum. I always thought that the way to tell if someone is old is if they get up at a stupidly early time like 7:00 in the morning even though they don't have to get up for any thing. The second sign is when they listen to Terry Wogan on the BBC Radio 2 Breakfast Show. Well any way, I realised that these exact things had happened to my mum and dad, and a long time ago at that!
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After that lovely brief encounter with the folks I toddle on down to the place where I spend most, if not all, of my time. I reckon my life is about 49 percent bed, 1 percent in the car and leisure activities and 50 percent this place. Obviously, I am talking about my work place. I work at a gym and I am the chief fitness instructor there, which basically means if someone hurts themselves it's my fault. I do love my job, I meet loads of, well, I'd call them interesting people. The other day I had ...

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