Reader, the hopeless slump of the bag roughly approximates the joyless slump of my shoulders: after nearly three months' sick leave with my slipped disc, I finally had to go back to work today :( :( :(

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Today's JYC prompt was to try to capture something of the magic of the season in photography. I took my camera into work because I thought I'd take some pics of the cheesy decorations bound to be festooning the office. But when I got into work there were none to be seen. I work on a team of hep and a dudey young cats (how could I not?) who are far too cynical and cool to have anything to do with tinsel-based products, so they refuse to put any up. I remember this happened last year too, and I took a particularly dim view of it (although desperate to show that I was down with the kids, I went around with a permanently curled lip, saying things like "Yeh...bloody Christmas, like, who needs it, yeh?").

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They don't give Christmas cards either. Miserable buggers.