Reality is a construct of perception. Carl is a construct of coffee and bad life choices. Here they meet in Carl versus Reality.
Salutations! Today, you’ve caught me mid-chore. I’m doing the washing up, so if you’ve got a pile of crusty plates staring you down, grab the Fairy Liquid and we’ll do 'em together. A job shared is a job halved, or so they say. Probably someone who didn't have a cat trying to trip them up on the stairs.
Speaking of which, we need to talk about Biscuit. He’s my cat, and I’m 90% sure he’s an assassin. Between the \"staircase trip-wire\" manoeuvres and the 4:00 AM throat-kneading, I’m living in a domestic thriller. I thought it was affection; turns out it might just be a slow-motion coup.
I also get into the absolute state of my workplace because I dared to wear glasses and—heaven forbid—blue jeans. Turns out, if you change one minor detail about your appearance after twenty years, people lose their minds. It’s been a week of \"Oh, new glasses?\" and \"Where are your black jeans, Carl?\" Honestly, it’s a lot to take in when you’re just trying to get through the day without being choked out by a feline.
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Take care of yourselves. And watch your step on the stairs.
Ta-ta.
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