Where's the Cheese?

I'm having one of those weeks when I feel like a rat in a maze (hence the title...mind you, where is the cheese?).

I can't believe Mrs Dooms-Patterson wants to play Maria.....

• Get up
• Porridge
• Shower
• Teeth
• Walk to work
• Coffee
• Work
• Lunch
• Work
• Walk home
• Dinner
• TV 
• Bed

And repeat until death.

I think the clocks changing makes a difference, it's so bloody dark that when I do see the sunlight I feel like my eyes are boiling in their sockets.
The same old people, day in, day out. Which as a moan is ironic as I loathe meeting new people, I always feel awkward like my skirt's tucked into my pants, or I have unmatched shoes on. Bah, it's just autumnal blues I guess. Next week will be even worse as The Husband is off on a golfing holiday....dear god, when did we turn into Margo and Jerry? Altogether now, "the Ooh-Aaah Bird is so called because it lays square eggs....I don't get it"