The End of the Week Blues

Poor Andy. He wasn't a happy bunny when he got home this evening. Busy day at work, which meant he didn't get his morning or afternoon break. And then he was having to go back out again to a leaving do.
'You don't have to go,' I said, watching him power cleaning, I mean, watering the fruit and veg in the back garden. ( We have a new hosepipe - it's either dribble or Niagara Falls). 'You can always stay home. Text everyone with an apology; tell them you're married to a right cow who'll make your life a misery if you go out this evening.'
'I'm giving Tim a lift,' said Andy, turning his attention to the greenhouse, where a couple of chilli peppers are making remarkably good progress given how neglected they were in their early days.
'Well, at least you get to eat some junk food,' I say. I feel a bit guilty at the lack of junk food chez the Manor. Since becoming vegetarian, I've become a bit puritanical about what we eat, and as I do most of the cooking, nobody else gets a say unless they utter the magic words 'I'll cook dinner tonight.'
Andy seemed slightly cheered at the thought of unlimited chips and something from a dead animal served in a bap.
I think he's also worried about Phoebe, who has been losing weight recently, and is starting to show her age by looking a bit raddled. She's been drinking quite a bit of water, too, so is going for a blood test next week to see if anything sinister is occuring. However, she did spend a considerable amount of time wrestling with one of the cat toys on the kitchen floor this morning. This confused Pandora somewhat, as she often tries to engage Phoebs in a spot of gallivanting, only to be rejected with a hiss and a spit, and a swipe of a paw if she can summon the energy or enthusiam.

Heather's had a rubbish week, too. Moany management who complain when she uses her initiative, colleagues who don't pull their weight, or go off work with 'stress.' She's covered in bumps and bruises from toting masses of stock boxes around. She is, as she so eloquently put it the other day, 'going to punch someones lights out soon.'

I'm glad I'm not teaching. I'm glad I'm at home, feeling calm and relaxed, enjoying my writing, keeping the house homely, being able to provide a sympathetic ear and chocolate chip and banana cake for the ones I love in the hope that it brings some cheer to the ends of their horrid days. Just think what it would have been like this week if I was still going to school. Actually, don't think about it - it's too horrendous to contemplate.

So wherever you are this weekend, and whatever you are doing, I wish you lightness in your heart, contentment in your mind, happiness with your loved ones, and the courage and humour to deal with anything that doesn't go quite according to plan, as some things are wont to do in this mad condition we call life.