Full week in work and for the first time since I got there in October, I was able to work overtime on Saturday. It wasn't terrible, I was busy and the day passed pretty quickly and I was very productive, amazing what you can achieve when you're not being interrupted constantly.
Early Saturday morning, I receive a text and "it" is thrown out there, it hangs in the air like sulphur. Do I want to catch up later? Hmm, do I? I don't feel 100%, I won't have time to get all of the housework done and to get me, "date" ready.
I get home at 2.45pm and set about throwing myself in the shower, ironing, tidying, cleaning. I still have loads to do by 5pm when someone rings me. Someone, who never rings me, chooses to ring me when for once, I have plans, and I'm pushed for time. I'm still on the phone, when there is a knock at the door. Are you kidding me? "Surprise!" It's my darling nephew. I am of course delighted to see him, we haven't seen each other for about 4 weeks. He is invited in and offered a cuppa, as long as he doesn't mind me continuing with the tidying around him, while he brings me up to date with his travels and his new girlfriend.
By 7pm, I'm as ready as I'm going to be and I finally sit down with a small glass of wine while I wait for my date. As soon as I take a sip, I realise I need to eat something. So far, today I have eaten two Kit Kat's and a cracker. What do I have in? Nothing.
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