Hmmm. A post-Christmas return to work on a Tuesday brings with it something of an inescapable illusion that it’s actually Monday. You're adamant in your world-weary mind that you've got to face 5 full working days before the weekend but only 4 wait to meet you on the horizon.
A reverse fool's paradise, if you please.
Anyway, this also comes with the realisation that your Monday milk delivery didn’t happen (being a Bank Holiday and all), and no-one’s having a cup of tea this morning unless someone does a trip to get a couple of pints of semi-skimmed.
That’ll be me then.
Oh, and welcome to the mundane nature of taking a picture every day. Some of them are going to be the gloomy exteriors of uninspirational supermarkets.