So here we are, facing an actual Monday for the first time in months — a Monday where the work week begins and one has to go back to the office:
So, reverting to Mondays of yore, a little savage, non-lockdown sick humor:
…as if drinking a Budweiser wasn’t punishment enough.
And seeing as people are going to have to start flying again at some point:
Color me unconvinced. And finally:
Now off with you, and try to avoid punching your boss in the face on your first day back.
The best thing about a Monday public holiday is that it makes the week shorter, like Hayden Panettiere. In the meantime, there’s still work to be done as we all get on our bikes to get back to work:
And so, a few smiles may be needed:
And speaking of parties:
And to end this post on the same note it started:
Gives the term “biker babe” a whole new meaning, dunnit?
OMG the Brits are SO lawless, flocking en masse to beaches at the first warm day in ages and overcrowding the place:
Well, I guess it depends on your camera placement, doesn’t it? Here’s the same beach:
Not really that crowded, is it?
Anyway, I don’t care. I don’t do beaches because it’s hot and you get sand in your thingy. Give me a decent bit of lawn any day:
Actually, I hate being in the sun, period, and as for sunbathing… don’t get me started.
I try to learn from the mistakes of others. Besides, you never know what you’ll see in the sun (note the attribution, bottom left):
Ugh, no. I prefer to avoid sunburn (and unfortunate sightings) in the traditional manner:
Indoors, pint, fish & chips, friends (note: that’s The Englishman’s hand, no doubt poised to steal a chip from me).
That is heaven, not sweltering in the sun on some manky beach with sand in bad places.
Okay, as we begin to emerge from the Chinkvirus lockdown, our eyes blinking sleepily like those of animals waking up from hibernation as they poke their heads cautiously out of their holes, let’s just throw a few last coronavirus things out there:
And in that vein, a little more of the same, only more contemporary:
Ready to face the world, yet?
