I bounce out of bed with a spring in my step and not a hair out of place. I throw the window open and suck in a huge lungful of fresh air, look upwards and say:

"Hello clouds, hello sky!"



I then flick the switch on my Krups (NOT the nazi bomb/gas makers) coffee machine that I loaded up last night with water processed decaf. Because I give a shit about NOT fueling my anxiety and risking blowing a fuse.

c  l  i  c  k     h  e  r  e