When you live alone, each day seems to start the same. Coffee, shower, more coffee, check emails, another coffee.
Then off to work, do some work, finish work and come back home.
Open a bottle, microwave a meal, slump in front of the pooter then go to bed.
Except today! Because when the postman gives me his usual cheery wave as he drops yet more bills on my mat, there should be some coloured envelopes amongst the brown ones!
And at work people will be nice to me! They may even give me a cake like last year!
I’ll still be on my own tonight, but my bottle will be a better one, my meal a more expensive one. I’ll still slump in front of the pooter of course, and I'll still go to bed.
When I wake up again, everything will be the same as before, except I’ll be a year older.