Later on

It's a beautiful day, bright and sunny bit freezing cold. It's so much nicer than that horrible drizzly stuff, and the terrible dull-grey daylight that goes with it. In a short while I have to go to something at Workhouse no.1. I don't mind it this time, because I think it might be beneficial to me. It's such a huge relief that they are finally letting me use my hard-earned qualifications properly, and not trying to push me into the terrible stuff I used to do.