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