9.30am and we stood in the market place gazing at the clouds, hoping to spot the eclipse.
It was a tad underwhelming to be honest.
Colleague 1: But what are we going to do when the eclipse brings out the zombies?
Colleague 2: It’d be no good going into the office. We’d need supplies.
Me: It’d have to be a lock-in at Sainsbury’s then.
Colleague 2: Are you telling me you’d run all the way to Sainsbury’s?
Me: Zombies are quite slow though.
Colleague 2: But Marks and Spencer’s is closer.
Colleague 2: Or McDonald’s.
Me: McDonald’s doesn’t go off very quickly, so we’d be all right there. But we might not be able to tell the difference between the customers and the zombies.
Colleague 1: True.
Me: Plus you could get clean underwear in Marks and Spencer’s.
So M&S it is. And then the zombies were rude enough not to come. But if they do, you’ll know where to find me.
If I’m in there long enough I may even be able to work out what my mum’s maiden name was, as The Cloud clearly doesn’t agree with me.
Without WiFi I’d rather take my chances with the McDonalds’ undead. At least I know I can get free WiFi there.