Today I transformed into my alter ego and mega superhero Super Auntie Susie.
She donned her cape and grabbed her magic bag of tricks and swept her nephew along for a visit to see the jolly bearded fellow known as Santa.
She may not wear my pants over her trousers, but when the time is right, Super Auntie Susie can still perform some superhuman tricks. Getting up at 8am is just one of them. And pushing a ridiculously heavy buggy is another. When she transforms into Super Auntie Susie her muscles suddenly expand and she is able to lift small children as if they were as light as a feather. She has the patience of a saint and she can last a whole morning without a cigarette. Superheros just don't need fags.
However, the trouble with superheros is they just don't stick around long enough. After a couple of hours, they have to take off their cape and relinquish their powers. They have to be a normal human being again.
And normal human beings aren't very good at fighting off black dog.
This one isn't anyway.