So Friday has arrived and with it that feeling of overwhelm as you realise you haven’t done enough of the “practical” stuff during your four-day-break from work.
There were tradesmen to call, appointments to be made, junk to be chucked, alas I’ve achieved very little of it.
Instead I start the day with a coffee in the company of my friend.
There was laughter …
It’s been on of the key factors in getting through the last three years these regular catch-ups with my friends. Trying to maintain it while working fulltime hasn’t always been simple but I think it’s easy to underestimate the importance of regular face-to-face contact with our mates to our mental health and wellbeing.
The one practical thing I did organise for today was all of us getting our hair cut. Graham has been cutting our hair since Hippie Child’s Year 6 graduation, so that’s heading to nine years. He sorted my hair out before Simon’s funeral, he knew I always leave getting my hair cut until it is absolutely diabolical, so he understood I couldn’t stand in front of a church full of people with my hair in disarray.
While I’m getting my hair done the girls entertain themselves with my phone.
I’m trying to be more frugal, so tonight no ducking to the supermarket, I have to make-do with what’s in the fridge and pantry. I make a dodgy spaghetti carbonara, look you wouldn’t call it gourmet, and there may have been a jar of sauce involved but hey it was MEAL, OK!
Note, one the jobs left undone was sorting out the glassware after having to remove it from all the cupboards when the kitchen had to get ripped out a couple of weeks ago because of water damage from a leaking pipe. It still sits defiantly on the kitchen bench awaiting my attention.
By 8.30pm I’m kicking back watching the final episode of Broadchurch. This series has been so much better than series two. Really tough content, but brilliant acting from all.
The evening ends with the discovery my domain name registration has expired for Shambolic Living and so the week I finally get it together and start blogging again, the site is down. I spend 40 minutes tracking down where the hell I registered it in the first place and then on the phone to a place called Ann Arbor in Michigan sorting it out. Thank goodness I’m dealing with the US there’s no Australian company taking calls at 11.30pm at night!
At midnight the blog is functional again, but I’m not tired. So I catch up on Silent Witness I didn’t know the new series had started so I’m behind.
In bed at 1.00am, lucky I’m still on holidays!
Are you an early bird or a night owl?