Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Day 17

Dear George,

Well as the title suggests, it is my 17 day at work without a day off.  I know there may be many of you who will scoff at this, but i say to you.... being a housewife is not a real job!  I jest of course... I am blooming knacked.  I'd like nothing more than to pop my eye balls out and soak them in water, roll myself in a duvet and curl up on the sofa for a week.

Outside it is a lovely bright sunny day.  18*C with a gentle breeze.  This morning my train was 3mins late, and the price of a first class stamp is 46p.

It's been a pretty good day on the whole.  I'm still a little undecided on the issue of what i should do with my life.  A change of job?  Surly i'm too old to retrain for anything else? I guess i'm just feeling sorry for myself...a little r&r will do the trick, then i'll draw up a new list of things to do before i die and hit it hard... well find the easy ones and do them.  I remember that on my old list i had written how i had never watched the sunrise.  I've had ample chance to watch it rise these last few weeks but (and i hope you agree) i want to make it memorable.  I don't want my 1st sunrise to be on a train to work, squashed between a city worker and a man with a folding bike.

Anyway i must dash.  there is much to do before the show opens to the public and there is much for me to do because i have asked my mum to come stay with me this weekend... i'll let you know how that goes.

Take care buddy
Yours
Little Dave

1 comment:

  1. things to do:
    visit George in Asia (or australia)
    g

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