So here I am, notching the little marks onto my till rolls; notch after notch, roll after roll, on and on. I love the Prufrock-esque banality of this clip – the pet hair on my top, the washing hung to dry in the background, typical of a thousand Sunday afternoons. 

“For I have known them all already, known them all-

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;”

The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

T S Eliot


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