…and all of its sickening crimes


It seems like I’m keeping time lately by a never-ending tide of broken things – wardrobe panels, computer monitors, hot water systems and so on – it’s not that they’re broken that bothers me, so much as the time-drain and the way it restricts my movement. Much of my rationale for changing to working part-time was that the non-work time would be my own – instead, again, it’s somebody else’s.