It's Friday, and who doesn't like Fridays!
So, it's Friday again, I think my favourite day of the week, mainly because Friday is my day off, the one day I have the house gloriously and utterly to myself. No work, no daughter, no lodger, just me and the cat - and she sleeps all the time (actually, that's not a bad plan for next Friday).
Friday is supposed to be my day, the day I can do whatever I want - write, edit, read, review, update Instagram, whatever I want. Does it work out that way? What do you think?!
Most Friday's start out promisingly, the daughter goes to school and because I am not also trying to be out the door by 7.45am, Friday mornings are normally stress free. But it all seems to go downhill from then onward. Like any other working mum, demands on my time are many and no sooner have I switched on my laptop than I remember the car insurance needs renewing, I must pay some bills, I need to phone someone, the laundry needs sorting - I won't go on, I'm sure you get the whole boring picture. By the time the daughter marches back through the door demanding dinner because she's "starving" the day has flown past and very little me time has been achieved.
This Friday was even more stressful than normal owing to the discovery that the daughter's entire PE kit has mysteriously vanished. Following extensive questioning and deduction, it appears she had it for PE a week ago yesterday, remembers taking it to history, after that, a blank. So, the working theory is it never made it home Thursday, and, thinking about it, I don't remember it going through the wash. The upshot of all this is the daughter went to school early to search all the lost property departments and I phoned to speak to her college head. But. No sign of it anywhere and we all have a sneaking suspicion some sticky fingered person has appropriated it for themselves.
I actually find this quite shocking. Being stupidly honest myself, the whole thought of taking something that doesn't belong to you makes me feel sick. How would you live with yourself? It's made especially bad that it was obviously another child that took it. Also, these PE kits aren't cheap, it was her winter one so contained not only the usual trainers, shirt and shorts, but also tracksuit, rugby boots, rugby shirt and shin pads. To replace the lot will be about £200. That's not small change by anyone's standards, and with things the way they are right now, I'm really not sure where that money's going to come from.
Anyway, trying to stay upbeat, perhaps when she comes home it will have turned up, storm clouds will roll away and my faith in the human race will be restored, Hmm, we'll see.
If anyone read my last blog, no news of my submission to Curtis Brown yet. It's early days, it can take up to 12 weeks to hear nothing, so fingers are still firmly crossed. Oh, I did receive an email from them offering me a place on a writing course, a mere snip at £200. Erm ... please see the above paragraph Curtis Brown, I don't think so.
Latest News: the daughter just arrived home without the PE kit. So, it's official, thieves walk among us and I will be seriously out of pocket because somebody else didn't raise their child to be honest. It's unfair, but then I suppose life is unfair.
On a final note, it's also started snowing...
Friday is supposed to be my day, the day I can do whatever I want - write, edit, read, review, update Instagram, whatever I want. Does it work out that way? What do you think?!
Most Friday's start out promisingly, the daughter goes to school and because I am not also trying to be out the door by 7.45am, Friday mornings are normally stress free. But it all seems to go downhill from then onward. Like any other working mum, demands on my time are many and no sooner have I switched on my laptop than I remember the car insurance needs renewing, I must pay some bills, I need to phone someone, the laundry needs sorting - I won't go on, I'm sure you get the whole boring picture. By the time the daughter marches back through the door demanding dinner because she's "starving" the day has flown past and very little me time has been achieved.
This Friday was even more stressful than normal owing to the discovery that the daughter's entire PE kit has mysteriously vanished. Following extensive questioning and deduction, it appears she had it for PE a week ago yesterday, remembers taking it to history, after that, a blank. So, the working theory is it never made it home Thursday, and, thinking about it, I don't remember it going through the wash. The upshot of all this is the daughter went to school early to search all the lost property departments and I phoned to speak to her college head. But. No sign of it anywhere and we all have a sneaking suspicion some sticky fingered person has appropriated it for themselves.
I actually find this quite shocking. Being stupidly honest myself, the whole thought of taking something that doesn't belong to you makes me feel sick. How would you live with yourself? It's made especially bad that it was obviously another child that took it. Also, these PE kits aren't cheap, it was her winter one so contained not only the usual trainers, shirt and shorts, but also tracksuit, rugby boots, rugby shirt and shin pads. To replace the lot will be about £200. That's not small change by anyone's standards, and with things the way they are right now, I'm really not sure where that money's going to come from.
Anyway, trying to stay upbeat, perhaps when she comes home it will have turned up, storm clouds will roll away and my faith in the human race will be restored, Hmm, we'll see.
If anyone read my last blog, no news of my submission to Curtis Brown yet. It's early days, it can take up to 12 weeks to hear nothing, so fingers are still firmly crossed. Oh, I did receive an email from them offering me a place on a writing course, a mere snip at £200. Erm ... please see the above paragraph Curtis Brown, I don't think so.
Latest News: the daughter just arrived home without the PE kit. So, it's official, thieves walk among us and I will be seriously out of pocket because somebody else didn't raise their child to be honest. It's unfair, but then I suppose life is unfair.
On a final note, it's also started snowing...
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