A Goddamned Little Biscuit

I was having a shitty day.
I had to get out, get some air, so at lunch I walked down to the river.
I looked across the Thames. The tide was low, boats glided past, gulls bobbed on the waves. The sun was out but dark clouds descended on me. I thought how shitty everything was. I wondered why I bothered. In front of me, a little moored tug pull against its ropes. It pulled to and fro, to and fro, to and fro.
Walking back into the office, our receptionist offered me a biscuit. I smiled. How can you not be grateful when someone offers you a biscuit, a goddamned little biscuit...
I hate chocolate digestives but, still, the thought was there.