A good day

Life at work took a slight turn for the better yesterday. Tom came in to see how things are, and to tell us he’ll be coming back to work on Monday. Philippa almost cried with delight. Tom said he wants to take it easy for the first few weeks so he can still be helpful at home, and said he’s been hearing good things about how I’ve been working, so would I like to stay on full time for a bit longer? I said yes, of course. I feel that I know what I’m doing there now and the extra money has been helpful, so why not?
Tom popped out for celebratory cakes and biscuits, and made us all a cup of camomile tea. He was incredibly gracious and grateful to us for running things while he was off doing dad stuff. I conceded that Philippa is the real hero of the situation, and she beamed like a child being spoiled by its grandparent. Tom tells us we can both expect a nice bonus in our wages at the end of the month. I like him more and more by the second.
Philippa spent the rest of the day smiling and being much nicer to me. I still think she’s a bit of a bitch, but that may be my childish emotional state talking, and not me.
Anyway I had a large bottle of wine last night by way of celebration and I’ve woken up with a headache.

RC 24-7-10