waking up worried about being late for work and realising it's your rest day.

being made tea in bed

watching your favourite ever movie an upteenth time indoors on a rainy Sunday aftenon on the sofa with some lindt balls

going down to Carshalton ponds and feeding the squirrels who come up and greet you.

have sex with your beautiful with and think of all those mingers you woke up with on Sunday mornings who you couldn't wait to get away from.

touching a midgets hair in the high St for luck

Fondling Mrs H's legs - I'll happily forego a morning cup of coffee for this pleasure.

(she does have rather lovely legs)

Now that reminds me...

Five years ago I was somewhat surprised to see containers in the gents which were marked 'semen samples'

Naturally I thought it was the office wag having a bit of a laugh, and accepted it as part of the experience.

That is, until I learned that these containers were placed there for a very good reason.

The company I worked for did in fact pay staff (well, male members (hoho)) £15 for knocking one off at lunch time.

It was all in the aid of staff training, for the company was a forensics laboratory.

Beat that.

A lot did.

Edited by Harpo (25 Nov 2016 12.08am)