This time tomorrow morning, I will be on my way to work. I am not cheering loudly while dancing a jig of delight. In fact my head aches just thinking about it. You can imagine some dirge like music playing in the background. Slumped shoulders. Mournful expression. Pathetic. You get the picture.
Actually, all joking aside, I met a friend from bookclub in the village a couple of days ago, and she said to me..... you are looking wonderful! So different! And I thanked her, and said the only difference was that I had had a week of holiday from work. Hmmmm. She could not believe the change. It makes you think, doesn't it. Heaven only knows what I look like on a normal working day. Maybe those kids are not wrong after all. Maybe if I wear something pink and fluffy that will make a difference. Unfortunately I am not a pink and fluffy woman. But I could be! You may stop screeching with hysterical laughter right now.
Today is also the day I am supposed to be running the race for life. However, I have decided I must have been certifiable to sign up in the first place, and I will do nothing of the sort. Racing and me (I? Me? Huh??) are not a good combination. I will stay here and send them a donation. I do think it is a wonderful idea, but I am a recent convert to self-preservation. Staying alive seems a reasonable goal. Maybe next year. See? I can make decisions which do not please other people. I am practicing.
Yesterday evening, I was sitting here at the computer, after evicting son #2 so I could check my emails, and the phone rang. I heard this voice say "Linds? Linds?" and I said "Yes?" and then I snapped out of my Saturday afternoon stupour and realised it had an AMERICAN accent! Morning Glory was there on the other end of the phone! What a wonderful surprise! And you know, people, we were right back at the end of that conversation in the tube station again, and laughing and chatting a mile a minute. Wonderful. It made my day, and I was still smiling hours later. And we still forgot a million things we wanted to talk about. I am now making lists to aid the somewhat less than brilliant memory. For next time. There will be a next time. Definitely kindred spirits.
So where has this week taken me? Not far in physical terms. But in terms of peace, a long way. Restoration of the spirit, ditto. Rest....that too. Creativity? A long way.
It has been good. Really good.
And if those pesky squirrels DO NOT GET OUT OF MY GARDEN THIS SECOND, I will go and get some kind of tank and dispatch them in a more permanent fashion......
Goodbye, peace, she says, as she zooms out into the garden in her gown brandishing a broom........