Clocking on, counting down

How have I ended up working another Saturday morning? It’s bad enough being here during the week; it’s extra painful when I’m sitting here knowing that Philippa is curled up at home with her lovely warm body in a lovely warm bed. 
Oh well - this time next week I’ll have Hallowe’en behind me and will be looking forward to two fireworks displays in two days. Yeah - you heard me - TWO of them. One is a big display at a Suffolk racecourse, one is an intimate bonfire-and-bangers party at a neighbouring village. Both will be wonderful, I am sure.  The first week of November for me is like the week before Christmas for little children. Exciting, full of anticipation, full of promise. But it’s better for me, coz I’m not reliant on other people buying me presents to make it all worthwhile, and I get to drink alcohol while enjoying it. Take that, kiddiwinks. 

RC 28-10-17