So the week wasn't terrible, well, Monday to Friday anyway. I can now, finally do some tasks in work, (not for the lack of under-training,) but I can actually do some things on my own now which means that the days don't stretch on like they're each a year long.
It's cold, -1, -2 degrees and home is only comfortable if the heat is constantly on low. Friday the rain pours like it's the end of the world and it's dark all day, but milder than it has been all week long.
Saturday, I head out for my coffee then home to blitz like there is no tomorrow, cleaning, hoovering, tidying, ironing, putting clothes away, bleaching, sterilising, you name it and it was done, I positively sparkle, (apart from the two, mostly unused bedrooms.) So Christmas can arrive tomorrow as far as the cleaning is concerned, this place looks great, even if I do say so myself.
Saturday night and I spend a lovely few hours with an old friend. It's so great to talk and while I mostly listen to my friend's hopes and fears, they could be my words. Good company and made me laugh a lot, reminded me of how often that happens... not that often.
Despite the company, I'm still in bed early so it's a win, win situation, gosh I do love my sleep, especially at the weekend.
Sunday and it's bright and cold, I have another busy day ahead but this is one filled with writing Christmas cards and catching up on emails and phone calls, and getting back to reality.
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