Out Of My Tree

This morning I was praying for a sign for what kind of day I was going to have. If the one I got on he bus was the real signifier I should have turned on my heel and hidden under my duvet.

The bus that I get every morning is a little kinda ‘half’ bus - a shuttle, I suppose. It is almost full every day - the kind of full where strangers sit next to the thin people because they can chose to (means my bag has a seat most days!). Today it was an everybody move their bags day. It’s usually the same people on there - all heading for a day of work or college/uni. We all know that the girl with too much make up will get off at the marina and the guy with black curly hair will get off at the stop before the train station… and that two elderly ladies in macs and those plastic rainhats will get on for a one stop trip just after the Park and Ride. We all know this so most morning if anyone is sitting in the ‘Preferred seating (for elderly or disabled)’ they will move as the bus pulls up to that stop.

Today the person sitting in that seat had bags and wasn’t a regular - she didn’t move her bag when the bus fllled up (I move mine, put it on my lap and look as uncomfortable as I possibly can, balance my book on top of it, and try to look ‘wide’ (not hard!) but I make the effort). Even if she had moved her bag, she would have had to move too - she wasn’t so much sitting as sprawled. The ladies got on and after seeing that she wasn’t going to move a young mum with a toddler stood up and let them sit in her seat. I moved my bag for the toddler… Rudeness and kids - see? Turn around Bec, go home.

But today wasn’t that bad.

Although work was quite hard (I was on my own as sickness and bad timing got in the way) it was extremely enjoyable. I spent most of my time putting out little fires and think I did everything right. I think it’s all starting to make sense and I am understanding the people and the work. Dangerous times.

Anyway, I have a weekend of fullness coming up - sorting out a wireless network, site sortage, possible electrician to Scout Hut visit and going to the cinema to see Charlie Wilson’s War. And dying my hair. And I’m cooking dinner for the whole family… Oh, and sleep at some point. Probably.

I was going to Manchester but have decided that any trip there will have to include a stop off at, cough, The Apple Store… so am hording cash for that trip because Momma needs some memory and some software! And I just may need to buy another Remote because I, once again, seem to have lost it. So the new one will be my fourth. That’s right. Fourth. In 10 months.

I was going to use it to be all kinds of impressive at Monday’s committee meeting but I’m not entirely sure I can be bothered now. Losing enthusiasm, and feeling ridiculously under-appreciated. I’ll get over it. Eventually.

Am going to bed now, early to bed, early to rise… too much to do - who am I kidding - it’ll be lunch before I drag my arse out of bed!

That Friday Feeling...

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