When the children were young I was a full time mum, and a wet Monday was a bit of a disaster. Firstly, the washing ended up draped round the house – (no tumble-dryers then,) and secondly if it wasn’t a school day there were four noisy boys under my feet all day. If it was a school day they came home soaked and grumpy. When I used to work in an office long, long ago, a wet Monday was like a metaphor for the working life. In other words, work was all very well but there were other things I would rather be doing. As a Minister in a rural parish, Monday was usually my day off. However, now that I am retired, a wet Monday means a good excuse to declare an extra day tacked on to the weekend. It’s all about attitudes.
In the mail this morning:
- Two books, one of them - War and Peace is five times the size of the other and has print half the size. Yikes. Hope I can read it.
- One letter asking me if I wanted to remain a member of the Church Service Society. (I thought I had resigned five years ago.)
- 3 appeals from charities.
- 1 catalogue – a Christmas catalogue – yes, really.
- By email: a letter from a doggy friend to Misty (yes, ViVi’s mum is connected back to the internet.)
This post was interrupted by lunch (Baxter’s sun-dried tomato soup with parmesan, herbs and garlic – very good too.) yet it is still raining. So this is definitely an anything-is-a-bonus-day. Might tackle some paperclog, might try to read a book……. As I have said before in the last few days. There are some days that are nothing days.
Totally out of character, I assure you, I feel compelled to finish with this:
Life’s a blast!
Enjoy your day.
All of the above has been so that I wouldn’t have a rant about what is facing the women in Chechnya nowadays. But it obviously hasn’t worked. I get sickened at bullies, especially under the guise of religion. What do you think?